The Degraded Tennis Star
by Harry Benson 


FOREWORD 

The gloomy pessimists are prone to say that the world is all wrong, but this 
isn't true. It's the people who live on it. And not all the people are 
wrong. Just a lunatic fringe that preys on the majority. 

It seems to this writer than the beginning of recent-history terrorism could 
be pegged when skyjackings became the vogue of demented hoodlums, 
extortionists and cold-blooded murderers. 

Since, bloody, heartless violations of people's rights and dignities have 
become wide-spread from the horror of blood-letting at the Olympic Games to 
the abduction of Miss Patty Hearst. 

Small, special-interest groups have burgeoned around the world, intent on 
imposing their selfish wills on others. There have been countless political 
kidnappings of industrial executives in South and Central America, in Europe 
and even Africa. 

Monetary ransoms have been demanded in some cases while others have been 
perpetrated to impose political tenets on an entire nation. Many of the 
victims have been murdered. 

This, probably, is the most overt example of terrorist lunacy exercised to 
gain demands that otherwise would have been scorned. 

More subtle aberrations have been resorted to in order to gain corrupt ends. 
There have been instances of race horses being doped. In years past, there 
has been a taint in sports of point-shaving-bribery. In government, there 
have been cases of blackmail and illegal surveillance. 

Not yet, to this writer's mind, has there been a case of kidnapping 
prominent sports figures to prevent their "show-up" in order to influence or 
control the outcome of an athletic event. 

But it could happen. So, we have contrived a logical case in novel form to 
explore such despicable occurrences. We invented a character we called Jody, 
a rising, promising young tennis star, arid set out to follow her and 
chronicle her sordid misadventures. 

Those who manipulated her kidnapping had no concern with what happened to 
her, as long as she was taken off the courts, their ends would be served. 
Human compassion is lost in the ruthless drives for power and wealth. And 
along the way, others are found who are just as vicious in their more 
earthy, lustful desires. 

Some may pooh-pooh this account as incredible and impossible, but in the 
past season, at least one major league baseball player was zealously 
protected after receiving serious threats. 

At least monthly newspaper accounts attest to the fact a person can be 
kidnapped. Two recent instances in California and that stunning incident in 
Dallas a few years ago, indicate that a person can be shot down on our 
streets. Thankfully, those two women didn't succeed in assassinating yet 
another American president. 

So, let us admit that Jody's story could happen. 

-THE PUBLISHER 

 CHAPTER ONE She was keyed with panic, even before she was fully awake. A 
gentle jostling of the bed or cot told her she was traveling, but she had no 
conception of where she was or how she had gotten there. 

And the darkness all around her like a shroud provoked the temptation to 
start screaming and keep screaming. Her body stiffened at the eerie sweep of 
light through the area in which she lay. And she realized the light was from 
a vehicle which had approached from the rear and swung out and passed. 

Her caught breath lodged in her throat, strangling the urge to scream, when 
there was a momentary hesitation in the motion of the vehicle. But there was 
a trembling surge of power and she was transported forward as she realized 
that whoever was driving had smoothly shifted to a lower gear. The vehicle 
was on an upgrade. 

She swallowed with difficulty. Her tongue was like a wad of dry cotton. She 
realized, with an increased sense of panic, that she was naked under the 
coarse blanket that rasped across the faces of her bare breasts, her belly 
and down her long legs. 

And she had no memory of her clothes being removed. She turned onto her left 
side and slowly drew into a ball with her knees pulled up until they nudged 
into the firm swell of her breasts. She became aware of a bitter sting 
between her legs--up inside her. Sickening terror knotted in her belly as 
she wondered if she had been violated while asleep, or unconscious. 

"Oooooh, God," she sighed as quick tears scalded her eyes. Timidly, 
fearfully, she unwrapped her arms from around her shins and Veed her thighs 
apart. Even, white teeth nipped onto the tip of her tongue as she groped 
between her legs with her right hand. A finger nudged into the firm petals, 
found the entry and probed deep. 

Her body trembled at the feverish flutter deep in her insides. "Oooooh, 
God," she breathed, only slightly relieved to find the virginal membrane was 
still intact. She hadn't been assaulted, but panic surged anew as she 
struggled to remember anything. 

She coiled back into a tight fetal position, knees pressed into her breasts, 
flesh stretched tightly over the rounded buttocks, the burning persisting in 
the vulva and vagina. 

The last thing she could recall was the deserted locker room of the Greater 
Los Angeles Tennis Pavilion. She had been drinking the tall vodka collins a 
waitress had brought from the bar. 

Had she been drugged? She couldn't even remember showering. She remembered 
sitting on a wooden bench in panties and bra, drained mentally and 
physically, after telling a Pavilion official to ship her equipment to Las 
Vegas. 

And she clearly recalled the after-match interviews and bantering with 
reporters, saucily tucking the check for $32,800 into her filmy bra. And 
that was all. Every last detail she could remember. 

Until she had awakened a few minutes before in total strangeness, on the 
road--somewhere--with an unknown someone driving this heavy vehicle--with 
her totally naked under a heavy, woolen blanket that scratched her firm 
titties and her butt and her right shoulder. 

"Uncle Fletcher," she cried softly, tears drooling around the tip of her 
nose, across her upper lip and down her left cheek. But maybe he was in 
Europe by then. She had no idea what time it was--or even what day. 

She tucked her chin into the fleshy crevice of her bosom and wept silently, 
bitterly, terror reigning over the exhaustion that demanded sleep. 

She couldn't find any consolation in the fact that whoever had her 
hadn't--yet--taken her and ravished her body. Starkly, the question in her 
mind was not if, but when? 

Just as a sleep of fatigue was about to prevail, a frail voice from a 
speaker somewhere jolted her. "Miss Jody Freeman? Jody? Is my little tennis 
queen awake yet? This," the voice was not unctuous and amused, "is your 
captain, Bert Clemson, speaking. We are at four-thousand feet, and will be 
flying as soon as I get this rig to the summit and headed downhill. Jody?" 

Jody choked on the panic-urge to scream and wadded her naked body into an 
even tighter ball until she sensed pressure on her intestines and rectum. 

"In a few hours it will be daylight and we'll be stopping for a leisurely 
break, for relaxation and fun and games and rigorous calisthenics like you 
have never known before. The kind no athlete engages in to sharpen his game. 
But, aaahhhh, what a lovely exercise. And you have the body for it. A truly 
delectable body." 

I've been kidnapped, Jody thought with chilling terror. But, why? And she 
wished her uncle hadn't gone to Europe to arrange for her projected tour. 

Smaaaacccckkkk! 

Jody's eyes fluttered open and she flopped naked atop the hard bed. 
Instantly she knew that she had slept, realizing the blanket had been 
sneaked from her and she had been slapped so hard on the butt, the force had 
quaked deep into her body. 

For an instant, she glared at the tall man with ears flat against his long, 
narrow head. She grabbed for the blanket and flagged it out over her, 
kicking with her feet to spread it, clenching it down with her heels, 
clutching it under her chin. 

"Bert Clemson, at your service, Miss Freeman," he grinned at her, his tongue 
flicking away a speck of tobacco from a lower tooth. "Sleep time is 
over--now it's broad daylight and time for games." 

Despite her efforts, he yanked away the blanket and she tried to huddle her 
nudity away from his leering, lascivious eyes. 

Instinctively, as she brushed at the long, blonde strands of hair that had 
floated over her face she thought that someone had cut the rubber bands that 
had held her hair in two tight manes over her shoulders. 

"Baby, let me look at them two over-size, unfuzzy tennis balls on yer chest. 
Boy, you can serve them into my court any day," Clemson smirked, reaching 
out a long hand and chuckling as she recoiled. 

Her eyes blazed with fear, revulsion and contempt as she shivered under the 
blanket. For no reason, her uncle's words came to her about never letting no 
tennis bum get in her pants or putting out to the Malibu muscle creeps. 

And she wondered what he would say if he knew she was confronted with no 
choice. "Where are we--where am I?" she asked weakly. 

Clemson sucked on his teeth and winked, shoved long hands into the front 
pockets of his khaki shorts. "Jody, you don't have to worry about things 
like that. I'm taking you on that two-weeks vacation you mentioned to the 
reporters in L.A." 

He sidled away from her head and she altered her position, knowing it was 
futile, trying to conceal her nude body from his pale, darting eyes. She 
flexed her thighs together, drew her heels into her buttocks, concealing her 
femaleness. She crossed her arms over her bosom, but he knew he could see 
the creamy crowns, the dark circles and tiny berries. 

Clemson did a little skip and side-step and his action drew her eyes to his 
front and the long welt and bulge of his shorts. 

A helplessness and fury seemed to straggle for dominance with terror and 
disgust. "If you touch me I swear I'll kill you," she choked, hating the 
tears that blurred her vision. 

His laughter was almost as degrading as if he had his hands on her creamy 
flesh, mauling her breasts and goose-pimpled buttocks and taking her down 
with his heavy, animal body. 

"Why?" Jody ventured. Then, very pitifully, "Let me have the blanket, or my 
clothes?" 

"Tennis darling," he simpered, "for what we're gonna do, a blanket or 
clothes only get in the way of the action. Didn't that business 
manager--your Uncle Fletcher--ever tell you that you can't fuck good if 
clothes come between crotches? Jody-baby, fuckin' is best when the guy can 
cram his cock into a pussy deep and get his balls against her asshole and 
they can rub groins and tangle pussy and pecker hair." 

His expression changed quickly, face and eyes clouding. It frightened her. 
He half turned, rolling and wadding the blanket with hands and forearms and 
tossing it into a closet. 

"I'll be looked for and you'll be arrested and put in jail, maybe even 
electrocuted," she tried to sound stern, but recognizing that her tone was 
blustery and frightened and unconvincing. 

"Shit, no," he glowered, reaching quickly and tugging a strand of her hair 
until it sent needles of pain into her scalp. She slapped at his hand and he 
evaded her and squeezed an exposed breast, tweaked the tiny nipple until she 
squalled plaintively with the acute pain. 

As she was about to scream at him, he slapped her brutally in the face. 
"Uncover," he yelled, tone growling, "get yer legs unscrambled so I can see 
yer pussy and get your arms away so I can look at your fancy tits." 

He slapped her again, stunning her and her arms drifted downward to her 
sides as she half turned. He stopped her and she was on her back. He stung 
the tips of his long fingers into the tender flesh of her thighs and kept at 
it until she fished her legs out straight. 

He was staring ravenously at her exposed breasts, her heaving tummy and sex 
mound fringed delicately with golden tendrils of silky hair. 

"Damn, what a dish of sex, all built for fuckin'. It's a waste, bouncing 
that fancy butt around on a tennis court," Clemson gloated, leaning over her 
to run the tips of his fingers from her groin, up over her flat belly to 
tickle and poke and gouge at her firm, rubbery titties. 

"Please?" Jody whimpered. 

He slapped her face, flat on with a heavy palm. "Don't ever say please to me 
unless you're asking for more of what I'm givin' you at the time." 

Numbly, Jody wished she had never exercised her ambitions to become a 
professional tennis player. The fun of the game was all there in Spokane. 
The money. Yes, the money. It was good to have fun and the money. 

Jody stole a glance at Bert Clemson. His tone seemed to soften, even as he 
tugged the knit sport shirt off over his head. He smiled thinly as he ran 
those huge palms over his scalp-close hair. She felt mesmerized as she 
stared at his bony chest, the sprinkling of hair and corded muscles that 
snaked around in his belly. 

Instinctively, a hand flew to her open mouth as she stared at the horrible 
tenting of his shorts, saw the dark, moist circle at the bloated extremity. 

"Just lookin' at your sexy body gives me the creamies in my pants," Clemson 
said shakily. "You give me stony nuts and a hard-on that won't ease. Baby, 
the only way I can ease my pain is prickle my needle at you and try to sew 
up that open gash between yer silky thighs." 

Her entire being crawled as he squirreled the tip of an index finger into 
her navel. Nerves tingled through her abdomen and she retched with 
indignation, and hopeless degradation. 

"You get hungry, and I'll feed you something good. Lots of cream and protein 
and cock-o-hydrate," Clemson took little dance steps, shuffling his feet and 
foisting his prominent crotch toward her pale face. 

She dared another slap in the face. "You're sick, Clemson," she snarled at 
him. He slapped her harder, the hardest time yet. 

Jody turned her face away from his leering eyes, open mouth with thin lips 
stretched over prominent teeth. She would like to ask her uncle how she 
could stay pure and marry a good, clean "lumberjack type" from Washington or 
Oregon or Idaho. "I will kill you," she sobbed, not moving as he spanked her 
bare butt. 

She clearly heard the zipper skid and knew he was removing the only thing 
that stood between her virginity and--being fucked. Her mind shaped the 
word, the single syllable and sound, even though her tongue was idle in her 
mouth like a wad of clay or mud. She couldn't recall even her eyes and mind 
acknowledging the word before--not even when she had seen it in the girls' 
locker room at high school. 

Now, I'm going to find out how much humiliation a four-letter word can 
convey, she thought, the mental agony doing something to her body, 
physically. 

"I won't hurt you, Jody," Clemson muttered. And she heard his feet lift and 
come back to the floor of the vehicle as he removed his shoes and socks and 
shorts. "Just stab it into you. Pluck yer ripe, plump little cherry I 
diddled and doodled with my finger after I got you aboard. Then, I'll shaft 
it to you, slow and easy, 'til you got the whole damned cock swallowed up 
with your little fuck-mouth. And I'll let you adapt--afore I start pumpin' 
the pecker-plunger into your sweet pussy, reamin' it out and jizz-cummin' 
all over your sex-cellar." 

Jody sensed rather than heard him shuffling, barefoot, toward her head. I 
won't look at him, she thought, as she turned her head and her gaze was 
captured by his grotesquely ugly genitals. 

"Look, Baby. See my big, hard cock I'm gonna plow it in yer furrow and up 
your goody hole?" He laughed, tone deep and menacing. 

And she couldn't help it that her eyes were galvanized to his corrupt 
erection. She almost gagged as she saw the seep of clear oil from the 
mocking slot in the blunt tip. 

"Look close, Honey," Clemson gloated, just holding his heavy gonads and 
letting his mast swing and sway before her agonized eyes. "Sure wish I had 
mirrors in the old Winnebago so you could watch me shaft the old hard-on to 
you. It's a real sight, seeing a real, man-sized prick being punched into a 
young, tight, cozy cunny like you got between your slick legs. How come some 
young girls like to keep their juicy little treasures buried an inch from 
the dump ground? Think they may wear it out, just from sittin' on it?" 

Jody shook her head, feeling sick in the pit of her stomach. She cowered 
away as he braced a knee on the edge of the bunk, a hand moving the skin 
back and forth tauntingly on the lengthy shaft. 

"Come on, Honey, you ain't about to serve. Get those race horse legs apart. 
Pull yer knees up tense and wiggle yer toes like you were about to get a try 
for an ace from across net," Clemson gutturaled. And Jody could see the lust 
and passion seeming to flow back and forth from his glazed eyes to his 
engorged genitals. 

Slowly, she said, "Clemson! I will kill you." 

"Fuckin' me to death, I pray," he gurgled greedily as he hefted his lanky 
body onto the hard bed. His fingers dug cruelly in the flesh of her thighs 
just above the knees as he forced her open. He licked his lips as he forced 
her knees upward and he ogled her exposed crotch devouringly. "Ooooh, Lord, 
how I'm gonna savor punchin' the prong into your luscious little pussy and 
floodin' the jizz in you." 

Jody kicked at him and tried to squirm her thighs together. He cuffed her 
beside the head, prompting a spangle of harsh lights behind her eyes and a 
clanging ring in her left ear. She prayed that she would faint or he would 
be merciful and knock her unconscious. 

He wedged his naked body between her legs and forced her knees upward. "Keep 
your legs bent up and spread wide so your cunt is arched up so I can drive 
my cock into you at the proper angle," he ordered. "I want your pussy pushed 
up so the slope is just right for good fuckin' with long cock-strokes." 

Jody shivered with dread as he hovered over her, letting his massive, 
dripping organ lie up across her belly. His heavy, hairy balls dangled 
against her defenseless, vulnerable vulva. 

She tried, desperately, to remember what she had read and heard about what a 
girl should do if she were about to be raped. She seemed to recall the 
victim should fight as hard as she could and scream with all her might. But 
who would hear her here--wherever she was? 

She thought some authorities advised the girl to be submissive and 
cooperative. There was less chance she would be badly hurt or killed. A 
turbulent trembling began all through her body and she couldn't still it. 

He was fumbling about her place with his fingers and she lifted her head to 
stare down between the wide vale of her breasts in spite of her fright and 
disgust. Perhaps it was a mental, protective mechanism. She seemed to 
withdraw from herself and stared at his dangling penis with the dark knob 
and swaying testicles with detachment. All she could see of herself was the 
furry little parapet above her dainty little furrow, but she could feel his 
fingers adroitly parting the outer and inner folds and petals of her flesh. 

"Oh, Jody-baby," he breathed heavily, "you smell so sweet and delicious, I'm 
tempted to eat out your pussy before I spang the prick into your little 
poontang." 

Her neck began to ache, but she couldn't force herself to lie back and 
accept what was inevitable. There was, in fact, a growing fascination in her 
brain. 

"Only thing that will hurt you much," Clemson said conversationally as he 
palmed his huge tusk and aimed it into her small gash, "will be when I put 
on the pressure and pop your cherry. But I'll hesitate and give you a chance 
to catch a deep breath and kind of brace yourself for it. All it amounts to, 
really, is I'll ease my cock into you and when the head pushes against yer 
skin, I'll let you rest. And when you're ready, I'll increase the pressure, 
stretch the skin, then stab it right on through." 

"Clemson? Please?" Sweat sprang to her forehead and then her face. 

"That's what I told you," he gloated. "Say please when you want something." 

Jody cringed, pressing her tapering thighs against his flanks as if to expel 
him from her Veed legs, but he wedged the purplish plum in her tender little 
crevice and pried it lower, against the entry to her body. She felt she was 
going mad. 

"Jesus! Let me die!" she shrieked, unable to wriggle away from him as she 
felt him hunch slightly, dabbling the head of his cock at her fevered entry. 
She felt her toes curls as her flesh was stretched by his more determined 
prodding. 

"Jody, you're gonna be real tight," Clemson muttered, "and I wish you could 
see the way your little pussy hole squeezes my knob. Brace yourself, Baby, 
I'm comin' in--gonna pop the head of my prick inside now." 

Jody thought she screamed but didn't hear her voice as she suffered a 
tearing sensation as he penetrated her. She felt that part of her body was 
bloated with a massive, hard object. 

She stared unbelievingly at his immense shaft of hard meat that was barely 
skewered into her pussy. It seemed unreal, the way a male and female could 
be joined. 

"Okay?" Clemson muttered. 

Her head flopped back on the hard mattress as he nudged at her and she could 
feel, very keenly, the grate and stretching of his prick entering her. 

"You really oughta watch my prick go in until you can't see nothin' but my 
black hair and your blonde hair," Clemson said cheerfully. 

Her body suddenly writhed and coiled. "Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh," Jody gasped and 
panted with short breaths, a burning, tingling sensation stinging her 
innards. She tried to kick at him, hut her feet were behind him and she 
couldn't reach his heaving chest. 

"Ready, Baby? Get a deep breath now." 

"Oooohhh, nooooo! Uh-uh-uh-uh," she panted, vaguely aware that her feet were 
dangling a foot from the bed. "Aaagggh!" 

His short, brutal hunch of hips sent a ripping sensation upward through her 
body and she felt she was on the edge of darkness, almost blacking out. 

"You got no more cherry!" Clemson gloated. 

Her eyes fluttered and she was perplexed by the solemn cast of his long 
face, the film of sweat on his body. There was a churning down there and she 
could only see half as much of his prick as the last time she had looked. 

"Push your pussy up at me now," Clemson grated. "Either put your feet on the 
bed up close to your ass buns or swing 'em high and wide up by your head. I 
want you to arch your cunt up to me as I shaft my cock all the way up your 
snatch. And with your pussy lofted up, you get all the prick I got when I 
fuck it to you." 

Jody gasped and swallowed hard as he methodically bored his monstrous dong 
into her aching, throbbing pussy. She could see only about an inch of his 
stump protruding from his matted forest of black pubic hair. 

What if he gets me knocked up? she fretted dolefully, as she watched him 
wiggle his body and relentlessly pry and prod the remaining inch of prick 
into her. She felt giddy and faint, every sense focused on the gorging of 
her body with his mammoth meat. 

Instinctively, she was grateful that the sharpest of her pain had subsided, 
replaced by a sort of numbness. She could feel the hardness of his groin 
pressed to her fleshy mound. 

"I'll let my cock soak for a minute and you can get used to having your 
pussy crammed full of prick," Clemson murmured. "Then, I'm gonna fuck you 
silly, dizzy and insane." 

Give me sweet, merciful death, Jody wailed mentally, not resisting as he 
cupped his hands behind her knees and lifted her thighs, rolling her taut 
little rounded butt up from the bed. 

"Oh-oh-oh--uh-uh-uh," she gasped as he drew his cock far out of her cunt and 
snaked it back in with a steady thrust of his hips. 

"Gonna be smooth, snug fuckin'," Clemson marveled, extracting his organ 
again and shafting it back into her. "What a fabulous piece of ass, Honey! 
Can you feel the full length of my prick as I haul it out and chase it back 
in? 

"Come on. Shake your ass up and down and back and forth and fuck along with 
old Bert," he chuckled, repositioning his knees and beginning to fuck the 
cock to her in measured, rhythmic plunges. 

She felt that she was being broken in half when he looped her legs up over 
his heaving shoulders, seized her narrow flanks and began fucking her faster 
and faster. 

"When the old cock starts shooting jizz up your twat, I want you to scream 
and yell and bounce all over the bed," he gasped, socking his cock in her so 
hard, his balls bounced off her helpless bottom and his groin smashed her 
mound. "That's what a guy really likes when he cums up in a gal's snatch, 
having her go wild and crazy, like she was trying to climb a wall." 

Jody was taking his stabbing prick easier now and she relaxed slightly, 
keenly conscious of the firm, smooth glide of his organ in and out of her 
snug little box. 

Suddenly, he came at her with a wild frenzy, fucking wildly and erratically, 
driving his shaft into her with frantic lunges. Sweat ran from his short 
hair and dripped from his contorted face onto her throbbing titties. 

Sensations like electrical impulses surged from where he was shafting his 
cock-meat into her tortured, plundered pussy up through her lean tummy and 
into her breasts. 

"Ooooooh!" she squalled as he suddenly clammed into her and she felt her 
insides being scalded as his prick pulsated and spasmed inside her cunt. 

Slowly, he collapsed atop her, his hairy chest flattening the blossoms of 
her breasts, his weight so heavy she felt that he would suffocate her. But 
she managed to breathe shallowly and he gradually lifted himself from her 
sweaty, tormented body. 

Numbly, she raised her head and watched him come erect on his knees. She 
gasped and swallowed convulsively as she watched him extract his prick from 
her plundered pussy. Momentary nausea assailed her as he laid out his 
wilting meat on her tummy. She could see flecks of blood matted in his pubic 
hair and let her head drop back to the mattress. 

"You been fucked good and I had me a real hot, tight, hard fuck," Clemson 
muttered, fumbling off the bed. 

Jody heard water running and surmised he was holding his genitals over the 
lavatory basin and was washing them. Then he was back, dropping a wash 
cloth, soppy with cold water on her feverish crotch. 

"Clean yourself up, Honey. I'm gonna crank up and get on up the road." 

Her hands fumbled the wet cloth against her split and she almost told him, 
"Thanks, Clemson." 

CHAPTER TWO Jody struggled to the compact bathroom and hunkered on the open 
seat, weeping with dismay as the hot trickle seemed to scald her insides. 
Her mouth worked with thirst and her stomach growled with the normal, 
youthful pangs of hunger. 

She braced her hands and arms on the sides of the wash basin, took a deep, 
ragged breath and opened a tap. Tears flowed down her pallid cheeks. He had 
shut off the water and she couldn't even wash her hands. 

Weakly, uncertain in the ungaugable sway of the bus, she floundered out of 
the bathroom and tried the closet door to retrieve the blanket. But he had 
locked it. And she was alone, naked in the half-light, half-dark. 

"Oooooohhh, Clemson," she wept softly. "Why?" She sprawled on the bed, 
oblivious to the vulnerability and lewd posture, legs flung wide, ass humped 
invitingly, aching crotch exposed. Why, she began to think seriously, had he 
abducted her? Was it just that he had a penchant to ravish her? She choked 
off the painful sobs and tried to recall. But, she could remember nothing 
beyond drinking that vodka collins in the locker room. If it were drugged, 
how did he manage to sneak her away into the motor home and not be seen? 

She wiggled forward and parted the heavy drapes, wanting to see out. She had 
lost all conception of time, had no perception of direction. The glass had 
been swabbed with paint. 

"Clemson!" she screamed, almost incoherent with hate, anger and frustration. 
"If I don't appear in Las Vegas in a couple of days, you will be hunted down 
and maybe killed for what you're doing to me." 

Jody writhed on the hard bed, coiled her body tightly, then kicked out 
full-length, feeling sick and ashamed from her debauchment. 

Without warning, a radio station was piped into her little bedroom-prison 
cell. It only added to her gloom as the announcer said that there was a 
great deal of doubt that "Miss Jody Freeman would compete in the Las Vegas 
net matches. She hinted very strongly that she might not compete because of 
exhaustion. She said she might take off on a leisurely vacation for a couple 
of weeks. Several of the established pros on the circuit said that if this 
new star of the tennis world from Spokane did enter, she would be very hard 
to beat." The report continued with the fact her uncle-manager was in Europe 
and wasn't expected back in time for the Vegas matches and this may be a 
disappointment to Miss Freeman who has relied heavily on his presence and 
moral support ever since her parents died when she was five and he had 
raised her. 

The radio was tuned out and Jody shivered with grief and misery. That is why 
he is so confident he'll have no trouble or be in danger of arrest. No one, 
really, expects to see me show up in Las Vegas. 

She turned onto her stomach and cradled her haggard face in her arms and 
cried softly. 

Her sleep was fitful, her fragmented dreams painful. She was in center court 
in Las Vegas with twenty-thousand eyes on her. And the people were laughing 
and pointing and her opponent was leading thirty-love. She groped 
instinctively to loosen the bind of clothing in her crack. But she was 
naked. And sitting high in the judge's seat was the pale-eyed Bert Clemson. 
There was a high-pitched reaction from the crowd when he announced that he 
knew for a surety that the nineteen-year Jody Freeman no longer was a 
virgin. And she was so mortified that she stood as if petrified and let the 
serve sizzle past her for an ace. 

Her dreaming drifted and she was fretting about luggage and personal effects 
at the Los Angeles motel. But she seemed to see herself sitting somewhere in 
a daze and watching a man carry her things from the motel and stow them 
someplace. 

The bus swung suddenly to the right and she was heaved forward as it was 
braked sharply. Jody was conscious of mixed feelings of dread and gratitude. 
She could ask Clemson for something to drink and something to eat--but she 
would have to endure his greedy, covetous eyes. Maybe even another sexual 
demand. 

A sickening, squeamish sensation assailed her as she heard, very faintly, 
his barefeet padding toward her and she could feel the gentle sway of the 
vehicle of his movement. As she heard a key turn in the aisle door, she 
started to fold an arm over her hot breasts and fan a hand across her 
crotch. But she flopped her arms at her sides, fearing such a gesture might 
infuriate him and he would slap her around again. Her head still hurt and 
there was a small cut in her lower lip from the last time. 

Her face was turned to the ceiling as the door opened, but her eyes swung to 
regard his shadowy figure. He was again wearing the khaki shorts, but he was 
barefoot and naked from the waist. 

"Bet you could go for a drink, huh, Jody?" Clemson said softly. "And 
something to eat. How you gonna pay for food and drink? I know you don't 
have that L.A. check." 

She didn't reply. That was true. After photographs, she had returned it to 
tournament officials to be forwarded to various accounts in Spokane banks. 
Uncle Fletcher had arranged for that. Accounts for savings and expenses and 
trust funds. She was about to tell him that she had no money, merely drew a 
small weekly stipend for incidentals and girlish whims. "I am extremely 
thirsty," Jody agreed, astonished by her croaking voice. "And hungry. And 
please give me some clothes," she added, hating the imploring tone she 
couldn't keep from her voice. Tears poured from her eyes and distorted his 
bony face. 

"What the hell you need clothes for?" Clemson mocked. "Where we are, it's 
gonna get too hot to wear clothes. You don't want clothes here in the 
desert." 

For the first time, she turned her face to him, forgetting the tears that 
flooded saltily from her eyes. "Why did you have to take them in the first 
place?" she demanded accusingly. 

"Well, I had several stops to make before we left L.A. and I didn't think I 
had to worry about you streaking down the sidewalk," he explained, backing 
along the aisle. She heard the door of a refrigerator close with a hush 
sound, then there was the clunking of ice cubes and liquid being poured from 
bottles. 

"You can come on forward, Jody," Clemson called amiably. 'It's a beautiful 
day. We can go outside for awhile, until it gets hot, if you want to." 

"Something to wear," she shrieked at him, lurching to a sitting position. 
"Pleeeease? Some clothes, Clemson?" 

He was silent and she waited expectantly. Then he yelled at her, "Shut up 
that goddamned whining and get your little ass up here or go thirsty." She 
felt faint and again demoralized. 

She lingered on the bed, still hoping he would bring her something to wear, 
dreading going out to him naked and letting him see her in full light. 
Finally, slowly, she shuffled off the bed and moved forward uncertainly, 
instinctively trying to conceal her nudity with arms and hands. He thrust a 
tall glass at her and she glared at him resentfully as she saw carbonation 
bubbles. 

"I'd prefer just water," she protested softly. But she took the glass with 
her left hand, leaving her breast cones exposed to his eyes. "Take what you 
get and appreciate it and get your butt on outside," Clemson snarled at her, 
slapping her bottom hard as she carefully shuffled past him. The force of 
the slap propelled her far forward, almost to the door beyond the small 
dinette. 

"Outside," he snapped, following her. "Not naked," she pleaded. 

"Go on," he ordered, kicking her buttocks smartly with the side of his bare 
foot. "Ain't nobody within a hundred miles or so to see you." 

She thought she had never felt so vulnerable as when she made the long, 
naked step down to the desert ground, with bare breasts bobbing freely, 
curving buns of her butt scissoring. 

"Baby, you got it all," Clemson breathed heavily behind her. "You play 
championship tennis and can maybe take it all in Rome and Paris and 
Wimbledon. And you got the niftiest pair of boobies and saucy ass cheeks 
I've ever seen. And, you got a maddening pussy that was virgin until a few 
hours ago. And I had the privilege of firing the first volley into that." 

Carefully, she pranced away from him to avoid his touch. His tennis 
euphemism disgusted her. Greedily, she licked at the frosty moisture forming 
on the outside of the glass. "I want just plain water," she sulked. "Not a 
soft drink." 

Her heart skipped as his face tightened, eyes glittered and he doubled a 
fist. "You drink what I give you--or nothing." And Jody tilted the glass and 
drank. Ginger ale. And it wasn't until she had consumed half of it she 
realized it was heavily charged with alcohol. Probably vodka. 

"You son of a bitch," she sobbed, glaring at him through tear-clouded eyes. 
But the coldness of the drink and the liquid, itself, was refreshing and 
stimulating. And she turned her back, strode away from him as she emptied 
the glass. Silent sobs railed through her lithe body as the liquor bubbled 
and seemed to explode in her empty stomach. 

In a matter of minutes, she was giddy and dizzy, the clean, austereness of 
the desert unreal to her dazed eyes. She couldn't focus on the barren hills 
and mesas. And she couldn't label the color of the sagebrush and greasewood. 
She squinted at a swerving swooping, circling, gliding eagle to the east 
where the sun had already troweled the sky with a liquid brass. 

"Don't wander too far," Clemson chortled, "a desert beast might get you." 

Jody shrugged her bare shoulders, knowing his glittering eyes were on the 
smooth flare of her hips, devouring the satiny swell and curve of her 
buttocks. The only beast in the desert she feared and dreaded, she mused, 
was Clemson. She had hunted and captured rattlesnakes near Spokane on a high 
school biology class field trip. And who was afraid of jack rabbits and 
coyotes and little lizards? 

"Want another drink?" Clemson taunted. "You can have an icy beer, if you 
prefer." 

Vaguely, she heard his coarse laughter. "Why are you doing this to me?" she 
shrieked at him, stumbling to her feet and weaving toward him. "Blackmail? 
You want money? Let me go and I'll have Uncle Fletcher get it for you when 
he returns from Europe. I haven't got any money." 

She cried softly, let him take the glass from her as she stood there in the 
loud silence of the Nevada desert, a hundred miles or so north of Las Vegas. 
Numbly, she accepted the fresh drink and gulped at it hungrily. "If you let 
me go and I can play at Las Vegas and win some money, I'll give it all to 
you." 

"Drink up and shut -up," Clemson said softly, roughness gone from him at the 
time as he looped a long arm around her shuddering body and hugged her 
nakedness to him. "That would be okay--but I doubt I'd live long enough to 
blow the first stack at the craps table." 

For a moment, Jody sobbed against his bare chest, rubbing her tears onto him 
and feeling a comfort and reassurance she always got from snuggling to her 
uncle. She pressed back and away from him, dully resentful of his hand 
caressing her titties and fondling the smooth, tight-skinned cheeks of her 
behind. 

"How long will you keep me?" she muttered. "You're going to kill me!" 

"Ooooh, noooo," Clemson protested, moving behind her, up against her. "I 
ain't gonna do anything like that. Just keep you 'til after that Vegas 
match." 

She regarded him numbly as he opened a compartment of the bus and set up two 
folding patio chairs. Timidly, she padded into the shade of the huge 
vehicle. Resentfully, she tried to run thoughts coherently through her 
fuzzed mind. What he had said about not living to spend money she might win 
perplexed her. And he would only keep her until after the tournament. Could 
it be that someone didn't want her to compete at Les Vegas? 

"Pick out a chair, Jody," Clemson said. "Want some music? I'll turn on the 
radio." 

She swung a chair away from the other so he couldn't sit and stare directly 
at her exposed breasts and at her defenseless crotch. She slumped into the 
chair, crossed her thighs high and twined her ankles. 

"Who wants me out of the Vegas meet?" she demanded when he returned. She 
grimaced as country rock music blared out into the golden cleanness of the 
desert. 

"Shit. What you talking about," Clemson said, kicking the other chair so 
that he sat facing her. "What lovely tits. You know, Jody, I think you're 
one of the youngest girls I eve- fucked. I was surprised to discover you 
were still a virgin? I thought--as close as I've heard you and old Fletcher 
are--that he probably had slipped into you long ago. Maybe he likes it 
sucked. Is that it? He ain't never screwed yer li'l pussy 'cause he prefers 
blow-jobs, havin' you suck him off. Is that it? Huh?" 

Jody nearly gagged on the drink and sliver of ice. "You're sick and 
disgusting," she managed, unable to meet his hot eyes. 

As if he hadn't heard her, his feverish, carnal eyes flashed from the tufts 
of hair squeezed by her tensed thighs to her tits, to her pinched, frowning 
lips. "Bet that's it. You know, Jody, I like it, too. Having my cock blowed. 
I truly love having a pretty gal sucking my hard prick." 

A scream of contempt and terror built deep in her belly, surged chokingly 
into her chest and finally blared shrilly from her mouth. She threw the 
half-full glass of ginger ale and vodka at him. 

"Shut off that stupid cowboy music," she screamed, feeling she was tottering 
on the cliff of insanity. 

CHAPTER THREE For an agonizing minute, all reality escaped Jody as she 
stared at the slow reddening and brutal set of Clemson's face. The climbing 
sun had cut the Winnebago's shadow and blazed on her head. 

"I like that kind of music," Clemson growled. "And if you don't, that's too 
fuckin' bad." 

Her eyelids began fluttering as she anticipated his fists pounding against 
her face. He rose slowly, kicked the light-weight chair away behind him. 
"You hear me?" Quickly, he hooked a foot under the seat of her chair and 
kicked her over backwards. 

She landed heavily on her shoulders and the back of her head. 

"And don't you ever, ever, ever scream at me that way again," he howled, his 
bare foot flailing at her, kicking the toppled chair onto a stunted clump of 
sagebrush some ten feet away. "Goddamn you, you little uppity slut, I oughta 
kill you." 

Warily, Jody crawled away, pulling her legs and feet under her, preparing to 
bolt to her feet and run. To where? 

"I'm gonna teach you, teach, teach, teach, teach you," Clemson screamed like 
a mad animal. 

As if paralyzed or hypnotized, she watched him dash to a ladder at the end 
of the bus and clamber up it. Only dumbly aware of her bare butt on the 
sandy ground, she watched him dart along the top and flip the ends of two 
ropes down the side of the vehicle. 

"You're gonna get it now," Clemson yelled. "You're gonna catch hell for 
screaming at me that way." Agilely, he lowered his body over the side of the 
bus and dropped to the ground. 

Jody began crying, sobs coming in plaintive whimpers as she cowered away 
from him. The gritty soil sandpapering the tender skin stretched over her 
buttocks went unnoticed. Hatred and terror was sowing another scream--but 
she choked it back, afraid of adding to his menacing anger as he stalked 
her. She flopped over to crawl away from him and he kicked her bottom with 
the side of his feet, sending her sprawling forward, right cheek scraping 
along the ground, the creamy crowns of her breasts emoried raw. 

He half-lifted her by the upper left arm as he kicked her butt again. She 
had no balance, because of the liquor, and he shoved her toward the bus. 
"God, no," she screeched as he secured her wrists with the two ropes, 
hefting her up until she barely stood flat-footed, her scratched breasts 
throbbing against the side of the bus. 

She would have emitted a long, wavering scream, but his feet bounced into 
her defenseless ass cheeks and she was slammed full-body into the vehicle. 

"You're gonna learn to behave," Clemson snarled and she could hear his 
heavy, labored breathing just inches from her left ear. She sobbed against 
the bus, rubbing her sore cheek against an upstretched arm. Scalding tears 
were like fire in the fine scrapes of her skin. 

Jody was conscious of some relief as she listened to the fierceness in his 
tone soften into a smug gurgle. But it was supplanted by dread and despair 
as his large hands found her bare shoulders, massaged briefly, slid down and 
around to cup and fondle her tender breasts. 

"Uh-uh-uh-uh--oooohhh, noooo," Jody whimpered, breath rapid, coming in 
bewildered pants. She was conscious of her toes curling, digging into the 
dirt that had been loosened by the harsh dig of the braking front tire. 

"Goddamn beautiful, saucy young butt," Clemson grunted, his fingers working 
on the firm globes of her flesh. 

And Jody swallowed roughly, astonished that his coarse touch was producing a 
hot tumescence in her dainty young nipples. "Clemson!" she howled with shame 
and frustration. 

He laughed delightedly, moving against her bare bottom and rubbing the firm, 
fleshy ridge back and forth across the half-moons and goading it at the 
pinched crack. She tried to hinge her butt away from him, but the side of 
the bus was unyielding and all she succeeded in accomplishing was flattening 
her Venus mound against it, provoking an unfamiliar, shameful tingling of 
.nerves all through her taut loins. 

"You're comin' out, Baby," Clemson chortled, increasing the pressure of his 
penis against the pinched crease between the long, curving buns of her ass. 

"Never been diddled until a few hours ago and I guess nothing else," he 
gurgled. "Never sucked or been rear holed." 

For a moment, Jody wished she hadn't drunk the liquor, but as her senses 
became acutely aware of Clemson's rubbing his obscenity against her bare 
rear end, she wished she had drank more and more and more--until she was so 
drunk she didn't know morning from sundown. 

"Jeez, just rubbing the old jock against your keen ass through my shorts 
bring me out, too, Jody. Do you feel my prick getting steamed up and hard? 
Damn, just doing this gets it thick and long, Honey. And fuckin' is the only 
way I can get it to go down to a normal piss-hole. Yep, gotta zap it into a 
hot, juicy poontang pussy-hole and drain the sap out of it." 

"You filthy son of a bitch," Jody gasped, disturbed and ashamed it lacked 
the vehemence she intended. Her humiliation deepened as he chuckled with 
amusement and enjoyment. A shudder cascaded through her as he left her 
suddenly. She was too weak to follow his stride to the storage compartment, 
just sobbed raggedly, praying for relief or unconsciousness. 

"Eeeeiiiikkkkk," she gasped as his fingers snarled in her hair and he 
wrenched her head back, turned her face to the right. She hadn't dreamed he 
had gotten her things from the motel. He was brandishing the tennis racket 
with the broken string that she hadn't gotten to the shop yet. 

"My serve," Clemson chuckled, grinning at her, his teeth large and fang-like 
near her startled eyes. 

"Think I'll try acin' yer ass, Jody," Clemson giggled harshly. 

Jody vaguely heard the flutter of air through strings, then screamed shrilly 
as the webbing twanged against her left butt cheek. Jody tried to recoil 
from him and the incredible sting of the taut strings. 

"Fault," Clemson coughed. 

"Splanggggggg." 

"Double fault," Clemson yipped as he banged the racket against the other 
cheek. 

Jody couldn't control the writhing hunch of her hips, rubbing her mound 
against the bus, knowing she couldn't escape. 

"Hey, Jody, I love the way you roll yer ass--but don't yer know you can't 
fuck the bus?" He began a rhythmic swatting of her helpless butt with the 
faulty racket. She began to feel faint. 

"Got anything to say to me, Jody?" Clemson taunted, pausing long enough for 
her to answer, then resuming the steady splat-splat of racket against her 
tingling, burning flesh. "Say something, Jody." 

She almost strangled on inward tears of humiliation and panic. She 
glug-glugged against the convulsive "please." 

He spanked away again at her red-welted buttocks. "You got part of it right. 
Can you think of what goes with it?" 

"Please--don't," Jody whimpered. 

"You're trying," Clemson goaded, "out that ain't what I want to hear and 
what you truly want to say. Now think it over a minute. Just three little 
words, Jody. The second word begins with the letter 'F'." 

Oooooh, Jesus, no, Jody began shivering despite the increasing desert heat. 
"Aaaaiiiieeee," she howled as she felt him finger her sore loaves and wiggle 
the handle of the racket into the long, deep furrow. 

"Figured out how it goes, Jody?" Clemson hissed in her ear. "Let me whisper 
you a little hint. Okay?" 

Her eyes widened, squinted shut. Jody's knees sagged and she slumped against 
the binding ropes that dug into her wrists, trapping blood in her tingling 
fingertips. "Oooohhhh, God," she murmured, praying she would faint. 

"You heard me, Jody," Clemson said sternly, the racket splanging against her 
inflamed buttocks. "I know you heard what I said. 

"Now. NOW! Say it." 

Every screaming fiber of her body anticipated the racket torture again. She 
could hear him swishing it through the air, menacing. 

"Please ..." she began slowly, nausea forcing her to swallow fast and hard. 

"You're gonna get there, Jody," Clemson said with a mockingly consoling 
tone. "Keep at it." 

"Please-fuckme!" she blurted, hating herself and banging her forehead 
against the bus. 

"Say it slowly and with sincerity and feeling," Clemson challenged, fingers 
plowing into her anal crease. 

"Please," Jody drew a deep ragged breath, "please--fuck--me." And she sagged 
against the cutting ropes again. She was numbly conscious of his lifting 
her, a hairy arm around her narrow waist, so he could loosen the rope knots. 
Then she was untied and he hefted her, righted a chair and dropped her into 
it. 

"I would be proud to oblige," Clemson laughed, winking at her obscenely, 
carnally. 

Her hot bottom seemed wet and sticky against the plastic webbing of the 
chair and Jody wondered whether he had cut the flesh and she was bleeding. A 
hand passed limply over her eyes where the past-mid-morning sun further 
bewildered her dazed mind. She peered dumbly at the still-tingling wet 
fingertips and thought the stickiness could be perspiration. 

There was a molten lump in the pit of her stomach, a sickness all through 
her as she reviewed what she had said moments before. She sensed her lips 
drawing into a frown-out as she dully watched him drop his shorts around his 
knees, standing just yards away, feet wide, pelvis forward-thrust to foist 
his genitals at her. 

She could run away--right at that moment. His clothes were down around his 
ankles and would hobble him for a brief time. Through sheer panic and 
determination, she felt she could out-distance him. 

As hope sparked, she dragged her eyes from the lolling sway of his heavy 
scrotum clogged with potent testicles and the meaty hose of his sex 
extending and thickening as it rose in erratic jerks. She swallowed with 
difficulty, still seeing the kinky tendrils of pubic hair on his 
thick-skinned bag and the silvery drip of syrup from the tiny, gaping slit 
in the tip of the glans. 

But? Run where? There was a reddish, coppery cast to all the desert now. In 
the distance was a playful whirlwind whipping up dirt and debris. Heat 
ripples danced over a long ridge of exposed rock. And swinging in a high, 
wide lazy circle was an eagle. Or a buzzard. 

Yes? Run where? 

How could she escape? Naked and sore. With no food or water. She had hunted 
and fished with her Uncle Fletcher. In the mountains of Washington and Idaho 
and in their parched desert regions. And she knew the perils of being in 
either without protection and food and water. 

"Hey, Jody, ask me again, will you?" Clemson jarred her and dispelled her 
reverie. "I like the way you begged me to do it to you. Ask me again." 

Her eyes, filled with loathing, swung back to his totally naked body. "No," 
she said wearily, shaking her head slowly. "I said it--you made me say 
it--and I won't say it again." 

His laughter had a chilling effect, despite the increasing heat of the 
desert sun that seemed to be dehydrating her sleek, feverish body. 

"Oh, hell, that's okay--this time. But you will before your vacation is 
over." 

In spite of her contempt and dread of him, she couldn't drag her eyes from 
his hands, one cupping and fondly and jostling his massive balls and the 
other stroking up and down back and forth as he tauntingly jacked off just a 
few feet from her wan face. 

"Wanta take the two nuggets in yer hand and feel a real treasure?" Clemson 
goaded her, squeezing his fat, firm nuts. "I guess it's okay to call 'em 
nuggets--being as what that's what helped make Nevada famous. I think I got 
a real set of golden lumps." 

"You're disgusting," Jody intoned, wincing as he masturbated rapidly, 
milking the clear stickiness from the dimple in the head of his 
lust-engorged cock. 

Jody shrank from him mentally, cowered back in the chair as he waggled his 
lean hips coitally, forcing his massive, ready phallus to swing freely, 
dripping. She could see the waltzing of his stomach muscles as he tensed 
them, compelling his gross testes to yo-yo in the thick sac that was now 
stretched smooth. 

"Ready, Jody?" 

She tried to peer defiantly into his face, but her eyelids began fluttering 
as she anticipated a brutal slapping and mauling. But Clemson surprised her 
when he hefted her almost tenderly into his hard arms. 

"Nooooo, Clemson? Please? Don't do it? Get me my clothes and take me to some 
town and let me go and I won't tell anyone ever-ever-ever." 

He jostled her naked body against his hairy chest and she squirmed futilely 
in his unyielding arms. She cried out as he held her tightly and she felt 
the rasp of his beard on the crown of her right breast. 

"Oooooh, nooo," she sobbed as he captured the nipple in lips and nipped his 
teeth deep into the aureole. She stiffened, kicked her legs out straight as 
he sucked and dappled his tongue on the tough little berry. 

She flailed with an arm as he let her slump and she curled an arm around his 
neck, fearful he would let her fall to the hard, hot, sandy ground. 
"Aaaggghhh," she gurgled as she felt the hot, wet knob of his hard, gorged 
meat dobbing against her hot, throbbing buttocks. 

He held her there, her right hip against his groin, his sex tusk probing at 
the tense crease, a finger forcing in between her legs to find her aching 
cavity. 

Jody was bewildered and ashamed as muscles spasmed the lengths of her thighs 
and he found her--in deep. And the dainty nipple was becoming hot and 
tumescent under the goadings of his lasciviously active mouth. 

"Oooohhhh, baby," Clemson chortled, mumbling against her breast, "I got my 
finger fucked all the way in ya and I can feel yer nifty twat throbbing on 
it." 

Jody screamed pitifully as she felt him swizzling and hooking his finger 
inside her. Her back arched, her legs went limp and dangled across his 
forearm as he began forcing his finger in and out of her snug vagina. 

"Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh," she panted, sensing a baffling coiling and writhing deep 
in her loins. 

"Heeey, I think you really dig being finger-fucked," Clemson chuffed as he 
sucked voraciously on her vanquished tittie. 

She was appalled when she suddenly realized she was squeezing fingers into 
the nape of his neck. She began kicking and squirming again as he gouged a 
finger deep into her viscous cunt and slapped his face, his ear. But he bit 
down on her tittie and she quit, squalling from the dizzying pain. 

Incoherent words of prayer to faint throbbed in her tormented brain. But she 
knew she wasn't going to lose consciousness. Instead, incomprehensibly to 
her, her slender thighs eased open. Immediately he recognized the proffered 
advantage and his finger slid in and out of her slickly, rapidly. 

Her right palm cupped the back of his neck, her back arched and she felt him 
lowering her and she prepared herself to being laid out on the ground. 

There was a gritty stinging in her abused buttocks as he put her down on her 
back. "This old cowboy is gonna go things different. He's gonna herd the 
stallion into the horsey corral, then throw himself in the saddle. And we'll 
ride, ride, ride." 

Jody moaned involuntarily as his finger was pulled out of her seething 
little canny. She flung her arms out from her shoulders and stared with 
glazed, glassy eyes as she watched him shuffle between her upward scissored 
thighs. She peered into his narrow, intent face. Her knees seemed to crowd 
him as he leaned his body to her, and she spread them as far apart as was 
comfortable. Even farther until she sensed a creaking in her young pelvis. 

She lifted her head from the dust and peered at the sloping sway of his 
immense penis. Her gaze followed his hands as he wiped dust from them on her 
breast globes before using the fingers of one to part the puffed petals in 
her dainty furrow and aimed his massive missile at the core of her sex. 

In spite of her yearning for it to be otherwise, her senses seemed to grow 
more acute. Muscles trembled along the inner planes of her thighs and she 
watched in fascination as she saw the purplish knob swab out of sight into 
the folds of her flesh, under the tousled bush across her little groin 
pillow. 

"Oh-oh-oh--uh-uh-uh-uh," she moaned, anticipating pain as she keenly felt a 
pulpy plowing, a stretching, then a slow gorging in the resilient pore 
between her legs. 

"It'll be good for you this time," Clemson grunted. "It won't hurt none. Now 
you just relax 'til I get it stuffed in ya and you'll enjoy gettin' fucked 
yerself fucked good and proper with a big cock sucked to the nuts in your 
honeyed cunny." 

Jody let her head ease back to the dusty ground, her eyes rolled high and 
she stared as if hypnotized into the thin blackness of the Nevada desert 
sky. Dully, she wondered where the eagle--or the buzzard--had gone. 

"Roll yer ass up a little, Honey," Clemson whispered loudly, "so my prick 
can slide in easy-like--up to the balls." 

She wanted to lie passive, but she was aware of her feet dancing and 
scooting in the dust, drifting upward toward her obscenely presented 
straddle. 

And she tensed her muscles, lifting her bottom. It did seem to help. His 
massive meat seemed to slip into her with less bind and friction and she 
closed her eyes tightly as she felt it wedging into her, expanding and 
filling her. Rather pleasantly, she mused vacantly. 

"Ohhh, Jeeeesus," Jody cried out suddenly as Clemson grasped her narrow 
flanks and hunched his hips, rotating them at the same time. He drove into 
her and she felt and heard the dull, meaty plop of his balls as they bounded 
against her upturned bottom. There was a warm fleshiness nestling in her 
splayed crack, against her bulging anus. 

Her eyelids fluttered as her eyes slowly focused on his triumphant face. 
"You got it all, Tennis Queen. All nine inches of the old stud-meat shoved 
into yer mare-chute." 

The quivering sensations that seemed to originate right between her legs and 
rippled upward through her heaving tummy bewildered Jody and she lifted her 
head, straining, trying to see the joining of her sex-place with his bulging 
organ. She strived to relax, but the sparkings of response of her body 
called out for attention. 

She drew a deep breath of fascination as her eyes dwelt on the slow, slow, 
slow extraction of his solid meat from her throbbing body. She sensed her 
toes curling and scrawling in the dust as she stared at his wet, slick, 
blood-veined penis. 

"You like the looks of a man's joint popping in and out of your tight little 
pussy, Jody?" Clemson leered, his tongue flicking across large teeth. "Bet 
you wish you could really see my cock banging away at your juicy little 
poontang. I've seen guys fuck gals. Can you get your fingers down to yer 
ass? When I plow my cock into your cunt, it really makes your butt hole 
pooch out." 

Disgust suddenly grew like a sick lump around her heart and she let her head 
fall back. But it came up again when he banged it back into her, his balls 
plopping loudly against her hot, tortured asshole. 

Just from the moist, torrid sensation, she could visualize the stretching of 
the outer, protective flaps of vulva-flesh around his slowly pistoning 
prick. Sweat dripped from the end of his nose onto her right breast and she 
rubbed it away with lazy fingers. 

Then she was aware of her feet seeming to float into the air and she stared 
at them, dancing limply as his coital hunches jostled her. She drew her 
knees up until they were lodged in his perspiring armpits. 

Her breath was coming in uncontrolled pantings as he humped with long 
strokes, slocking his meaty fang into her, seemingly deeper and deeper. 

"Uh-uh-uh-uh," she gasped, faintly aware her bottom was up-jostling each 
time he drove his cock firmly into her cunt. 

Then he stopped. And her head lifted. 

"Wha-wha-what's the matter?" Jody wheezed, her bottom lifting to him and his 
immobile prick. 

"Got a sharp rock or pebble under my right knee," Clemson grunted. And she 
felt his fingers searching along against her up-rolled butt as he sought the 
irritant. 

"Get it out," Jody sighed. "Hurry--and--get--it out." 

Then he was back at her, one of his hands curled around the back of her 
neck, the other massaging back and forth from hot, hard tittie to hot, hard 
tittie. 

She drew a deep breath as her body absorbed the faster and faster pummeling 
of prick into her pussy. She could smell the heady, dizzying aroma of male 
and female sexing. 

"Shake yer ass and I'll make yer pussy smoke," Clemson yelled as he began to 
throw the prick into her in long, fast, frantic thrusts. "By God, you're the 
best fuckin' piece of tail I ever ever ever had," he gloated, sweat dripping 
from his face onto her mauled boobies. 

Numbly, Jody could feel her shoulders and upper back being scraped raw by 
the coarse ground as he plundered her throbbing, aching pussy. "Can you 
smell the fantastic perfume of cock popping and rubbing in and out of yer 
cunt?" 

Jody closed her eyes with revulsion at his crude language. But her body was 
responding, her hips gyrating as she endeavored to hoist her pummeled crotch 
at the onslaught of his massive pecker. She was dimly aware of sobbing 
softly, tears streaming from her eyes. Each time he hammered his prick into 
her, he slid her a few inches along the rough ground. 

But she was taking his fucking, even cooperating, giving her cunt to his 
marauding cock. He was going at her so prodigiously, he had her ass rolled 
high in the air and was driving his cock down into her. She could see the 
upper cleavage between the cheeks of his humping, bucking butt. 

Clemson buried his face in the curve of her neck and shoulder. He began 
punching into her so erratically, she looped both arms around his neck, 
keeping him steady in the wide V of her trembling thighs. 

She heard soft mewling sounds and slowly realized they were fluttering from 
her open, gasping mouth. Beyond his sweaty shoulder, she could see her 
dust-caked feet dancing against his heaving buttocks as his strokes became 
erratic short punchings of his prick into her writhing twat. 

"What's--the--matter?" she whined peevishly as he socked it deep into her, 
grinding his hairy groin against her mound. Then she grew deliciously dizzy 
as she seemed flooded with a torrid spewing. 

"I just cum a gallon of jizz in ya," Clemson panted, rubbing his hairy belly 
to her smooth tummy. 

Jody let her arms fall away as he cased from her. "Oooh," she chirped 
sulkily as he pulled from her like a cork. And she glared after him as he 
strode away. 

She lay in the dirt for several minutes, feeling filthy, his semen oozing 
out of her like a hot, slimy worm crawling from her gaping pussy, down 
through the crack of her ass. I hate you, Clemson. I'll kill you. 

Then she smelled food cooking and clambered weakly to her feet. She cowered 
into the bus, his jizz crawling down her inner thighs. "Can I take a 
shower?" 

"Water's on. You got sixty seconds. You can dry in the sun," he said, 
turning hamburger patties in an iron skillet. 

CHAPTER FOUR Jody showered as quickly as she could, almost crying out from 
the sting of the shower spray against the skin scrapes on her shoulders and 
back and the rawness created by the tennis racket he had whipped against her 
bare butt. 

The aroma of food created a gnawing in her stomach as her feeling of 
famishment increased. Timidly, she left the small bathroom and slipped 
forward, she sidled past him at the stove where he was scooping food onto 
two plates. She no longer made an effort to shield her breasts and crotch 
from his eyes. 

He turned with a plate and a spoon. She took it eagerly. "You have to eat," 
Clemson said tersely. And he handed her an icy bottle of beer. She passed 
him and went to stand in the doorway of the bus so the sun could fall on her 
wet body. She spooned her mouth full of hamburger, potato salad, green beans 
and a big bite of rye bread. 

She chewed with open-mouthed greediness and gulped at the beer with gurgling 
sloshes and eyed him absently as he slumped into the driver's seat, the 
plate on his bare legs, nestled against genitals basketed by clean-white 
jockey shorts. 

"This is the life," Clemson mumbled with food in his mouth. 

She spooned the remainder of her ration into her mouth, padded to the 
refrigerator as ordered, setting her plate in the dinky sink. 

"I just find it hard to believe," Clemson said idly as they faced each 
other, sipping the fresh beers, "that you lived with old Fletcher since you 
were five and he never diddled and doodled around with you." 

She glared at him briefly. "Clemson, you are depraved," she said huskily. 

He laughed loudly, choking slightly on a swallow of beer and brushed away 
foam as it cascaded onto his thighs and shorts. 

But her mind was chilled as she watched his hand still brushing his shorts, 
fingers rubbing at the rubbery nodules of his testes and the bent length of 
his phallus. How could she help but give him his pleasure? 

"The beer good?" 

She nodded. "Yes. I've been awfully thirsty and hungry." 

"Behave and you'll have plenty to eat and drink," Clemson nodded, handing 
her his empty plate and she put ii with hers in the sink. "Sorry I got mad 
and sort of mangled your butt cheeks," he murmured. "Do they hurt? They'll 
be okay tomorrow. Just don't lie on your back." His coarse laughter provoked 
instant loathing and dread in her. 

"Don't lie on your back--unless I'm between your creamy legs and hold your 
hot little ass up in the air," he laughed and choked and sputtered as he 
gulped the beer. 

"I know we're in Nevada," Jody said softly. "Where are you taking me from 
here?" 

"Shit. Don't stew about it." 

"Why?" Jody felt tears about to surface. 

For a moment, she was fearful he was about to lunge at her. There was a 
tensing in him from his feet to the cords in his lean neck. Slowly, he 
relaxed and the iciness melted in his pale eyes. The muscles along his 
angular jaw stopped working. 

"There are some men--scattered from Florida to Maine, let's say--who just 
can't afford to have you play in that Vegas meet. They gotta lay off some, 
bets they took on before you sort of blossomed into the gal to beat." 

Jody turned her back to him so the sun could caress her proud breast cones, 
her tummy and the fronts of her legs. She nestled the cold, wet bottle 
between her breasts, not caring that Clemson could ogle her buttocks, the 
tight crease that separated the two, tender loaves. 

"There is no guarantee I could or would win," she said slowly. "All the best 
players in the world will be there. If I said I'd be sure not to win 
wouldn't you take me to the closest town, give me my clothes and leave me 
and stop torturing me?" 

"Baby, the way you fucked me back out there on the ground, I don't think I'm 
torturing you," Clemson chuckled. "You shook your fancy little butt really 
good and coiled your cunny milkers around Clemson's big fuck teat." 

She sensed a hot, red flush from her navel to her forehead. 

"Baby, I'm getting paid to make sure you're out of that tourney. Ten Gs I 
think I told you. And they made it positive, I was to kill you, if 
necessary." 

Jody trembled violently, suddenly sick, thinking she was about to vomit what 
she had eaten and drunk onto the arid desert floor. 

"Did they also tell you to rape and beat me?" she demanded hotly, tears 
flowing from her eyes. Suddenly, she was pitched through the doorway, 
landing on her knees, toppling forward into the dirt as he kicked her 
violently in the rear. 

"Goddamn you, you proud little slut!" he screamed at her. Then he gained a 
semblance of control. "That was my goddamned, fuckin' idea. Why not? If they 
don't care if I cut yer throat or get that little thirty-two out and coop de 
grass you and bury you under a clump of sagebrush, why shouldn't I treat and 
use you as a woman?" 

Jody lifted herself painfully and gingerly, gently brushed dust and sand 
from her breasts, her belly and thighs. Daylight was wilting in what she 
calculated was west, yet it would linger for hours. She was awed by a 
peculiar fragmenting of her thoughts. Why was she able to admire the 
colorations and incredibly beautiful shadings of the desert and at the same 
time feel such loss and despair? 

"You don't eat another bite, or drink another drop 'til you make some sign 
of being civil," Clemson snarled at her. "Now get that bottle and hustle 
your pert little fanny back inside." 

Trembling with fury and hate and frustration, Jody picked up the bottle. She 
knuckled tears from her eyes, brushed dirt from the neck of the bottle and 
looked at what had remained of the beer--shaken to foam--in the bottle. 
Before turning to face him, she let it trickle into her mouth, swished it 
around with her tongue and swallowed. 

As she climbed back into the motor home, she tolerated his lecherous hands 
fondling and pinching her breasts, shuffled by him and retreated to the 
back. 

She closed the door silently, crawled onto the bed and curled up on her left 
side, knees nudging the soft lower slopes of her breasts, heels against the 
undersides of her feverish buttocks. 

So her kidnapping wasn't just a whim of a depraved man, she mused, welcoming 
a warm and languorous sense of exhaustion and uneasy serenity of being 
alone, in semi-darkness that was sleep-inducing. She just couldn't 
understand what he had said, about sinister, faceless men who would invite 
murder to keep her from playing in a tennis tournament. 

Her eyes closed slowly and she shuddered with the relief of relaxing, even 
as her mind toyed dreamily with what he had said about cutting her throat or 
shooting her. Her eyelids popped open momentarily. He had a gun on the bus. 
Her heart bounced wildly. 

Not with the terror and panic he would kill her, but that she would kill 
him, if she could find the gun. 

Jody awoke with two sensations in darkness so opaque it was almost 
smothering. One she recognized instantly. It was travel motion. Clemson was 
wheeling the heavy vehicle over rough, unsurfaced road. 

Doesn't he ever sleep, she wondered peevishly at having been disturbed. He 
must, she mused. Probably in that curtained off area to the rear of the 
galley. 

The other sensation was more elusive to define. Vaguely, she remembered 
something akin to it when she was fourteen--with her Uncle Fletcher. She 
scowled in the darkness. Why was Clemson apparently obsessed with the idea 
she and her uncle had engaged in sex? As she considered it, a slow flush of 
warmth suffused her body, adding to the uncomfortable sensation. A feeling 
of torrid hollowness. She pinched her thighs together over the aching, 
burning between her legs and sensed a hot stickiness. 

She wanted a drink, desperately. Even beer would be good. And she yearned to 
get up and walk around and dispel the itching torment that she definitely 
associated with one night with her uncle. Shame flickered through her mind, 
but she didn't fight to erase the thought. 

Jody was only casually aware of her right leg lifting, of a hand groping for 
her torment, palm and fingers spading between her legs, cupping over the 
kinky thatch of pubic growth. What had happened seemed so long ago and had 
come about so naturally, easily--and Uncle Fletcher had never let it happen 
again. 

Fingers pressed and needled at the firm flaps of sensitive flesh that 
shielded the molten sensation deep in her innards. She writhed and kicked 
her right leg out straight. A finger parted the flaps and slid into the hot, 
moist little trench. Jody stiffened, flung her head back. 
"Oh-oh-oh-uh-uh-uh-uh," she panted as the tip of the finger graded across 
the dainty node in the very upper pinch of her vulva. Sweet, exotic nuances 
seemed to scamper through her loins and she hastily withdrew her hand and 
clamped her quivering thighs together. 

In the heavy darkness she could see her uncle's face, gaunt and troubled--an 
afterwards expression. She opened her eyes as wide as she could. She had won 
her first major tournament in Washington State--after nine hours of either 
on the court of at courtside, in a blistering sun. 

She had sustained a severe heat rash--a blistering--so severe she cried from 
the sting of the shower. But she hadn't complained, not then, in order not 
to dampen her uncle's excitement and enthusiasm and pride in her 
accomplishment. And, in their quiet celebration at their quarters in an 
Olympia motel, she had quaffed beer-for-beer with him. 

But the misery had persisted and she finally, haltingly, mentioned it to 
him. At fourteen, before her uncle, modesty hadn't been a dominant trait. 

She hesitated only briefly before reaching up under the miniskirt, hooking 
thumbs in the waistband of the bikini panties and lowering them to the 
knees. She turned her back to him, bent forward and exposed her bottom, 
spreading her feet. 

Fletcher whistled softly, touched the upper crowns of her buttocks 
tentatively. Then his touch was more firm as his fingers spread the crease 
between the buns. "Oh, baby, you're all rashed from the heat. You this way 
in your privates area?" 

Jody leaned far forward so he could inspect the inner planes of her thighs, 
thinking nothing of letting him see her little female pouch. He whistled 
again. "You really have a jim-dandy heat rash. I think some cold cream will 
give you some relief. I'll call a drug store and have them deliver some 
better medicine. You got some on your dresser next door?" 

She giggled softly as he patted the stretched half-moons. "In that big 
plastic jar that looks like it's made of marble. But it's really just 
plastic. I can get it." 

"Never you mind," Fletcher disputed, again swatting her bare bottom 
affectionately. "I'll get it. You just wait here." 

"I'm not going anywhere with my panties down and my butt shining," she 
quipped. While he was gone she removed her frail skivvies, not wanting to 
get the greasy ointment in them. Then she relaxed on the floor, on her knees 
and elbows, waiting for him. 

"Looks like you're prepared and waiting for something," Fletcher said when 
he returned, standing over her and staring at her. 

She giggled, peered up at him impishly. Unaccountably for her, daring and 
boldness and excitement rippled through her. "Yep, you're right. I'm waiting 
for you to fix my fanny." And she waggled her posterior invitingly. 

"You can apply this stuff as well as I can," Fletcher said doubtfully. 

"Naw, you do it for me," Jody winked. "I think I drank just enough beer to 
miss some spots." 

She stared back over her shoulder as he sank to his knees between her 
out-spread calves. When he hesitated, she reached back to haul the short 
skirt up around her waist, presenting her teen-age rear end. She saw him tug 
at the bermuda shorts he wore, but wasn't aware of the temptation she posed 
for him, that he was aroused and that he, too, had drunk enough beer not to 
be deterred from normal sexual stimulus. 

She heard the removal of the cold cream jar lid. She held her body steady as 
he plopped a large glob of the ointment in the upper beginning of the deep 
crevice between the firm loves. 

"Oooooo, yesssssss," she purred as his fingers spread the cool grease down 
through her anal crack, smearing ii over the angry, rash. 

"Just like spreading butter on toast," he joked. 

She sensed nervous agitation in the movement of his fingers as they swabbed 
at the insides of her legs, actually raked the tough little purse that 
dangled provocatively from her groin area. She stifled a sigh of 
satisfaction as one of his fingers slipped into it, parted the thick young 
lips and probed and gouged into the nifty little rut. 

An exciting, erotic delight flamed deep inside her and she choked off her 
voice--fearful it would halt the ministerings of his finger that was 
wiggling back and forth in her little sex-trough. She was conscious of her 
bottom beginning to rotate and invite his finger in her very hot, sensitive 
place. 

Tentatively, she said, "Maybe I should turn over and lie on my back on the 
floor?" 

His answer was delayed briefly, then came abruptly and with effort, "No. No, 
I don't think you better do that, Jody." 

Very cautiously, she bent her head downward, removing her cheek from a 
forearm so she could peer back under her and could watch her flesh being 
manipulated by his finger. Nerves screamed with delicious pleasure when he 
provoked sharp stabs of electricity when he rasped a small area in the upper 
dent of her little pouch. 

"That's really good," she said softly, tingling all over as his thumb rubbed 
firmly against her hot, itching anus. When he hesitated, she was afraid she 
had discouraged him and he would stop. 

But she saw and felt his hand resume the massaging motion, finger working in 
her vulva, thumb becoming more aggressive on the torrid pucker of the rear 
entry. 

Her breath caught in anxiety and anticipation as she distinctly heard the 
sound of a zipper. It was shadowy beneath her nerve-fluttery tummy, but she 
could see her uncle pushing his shorts down to his knees. His dangling sex 
appendages were fascinating and slightly unnerving at the same time. Idly, 
she wondered where the rest of him was. Then she knew as she felt a warm 
firmness placed upward through the deep vale between the cheeks of her 
twitching butt. 

She held herself unmoving as she focused all her senses on the fleshy 
contact. Her mind seemed giddy as he moved, pressing himself snugly against 
her. "Want me to turn over and lie on my back?" she whispered, astonished by 
her boldness. 

Her uncle didn't reply, but she could hear the harsh rasp of his breathing. 
He brushed the dress far up from her hips, up to her shoulders and his hands 
caressed smoothly from her hips, up her flanks, over her ribs to cup in 
under the dress and around her heaving breasts. 

She lifted her bottom as high as she could as he began moving, sawing his 
fully erect penis up and down through her butt crease. She sighed softly 
with pleasure at the firm, slick rub of his hot meat over her pinched butt 
hole. 

She was no dummy. She knew he was not "screwing" her, but this was a form of 
masturbation. And she dully knew she liked the pleasurable slide of his 
peter in her crack, the swing of his massive balls up against her tingling 
hot pouch. 

His hands slid back to bowl around the flare of her hips to hold her firmly, 
steady her as he stroked his cock through her hairless ass wrinkle. His 
hands slid around the sides of her cheeks and pressed them inward, around 
his rapidly sliding bone. 

"Ooooohhh, Jody," he whined, humping and hunching wildly, fucking his long, 
thick cock between her ass cheeks. She could feel the pulsings in the thick, 
hard barrel as he increased the length of the wild strokings. Then his 
cock-head slid down her crack, over her asshole, plowed through the dainty 
gash and plopped against her bare belly. 

Awed, she watched the massive, blood-gorged plum spew its white mucous all 
over her tummy and brassiered bosom. Instinctively, she moved her knees 
together, pressing her thighs against his hot, vibrating meat and he fucked 
out the balance of his pleasure between her legs. 

She stretched out straight on the floor, let him pull her dress down and go 
to the bathroom before attempting to rise. When he returned, she had swabbed 
away his jizz with a Kleenex and was sitting in a chair, sipping a beer. 

Uncle Fletcher had never touched her again. But Jody wondered whether she 
could answer Bert Clemson honestly--if she were inclined--that her uncle and 
she had never done anything sexually. 

The bus stopped, then swung ponderously to the right and the ride was 
smoother. Jody quickly drifted back to sleep, certain they were again on 
pavement. 

But where? 

CHAPTER FIVE Sometime toward morning, Jody was vaguely aware that the bus 
had stopped. She heard obscure voices and activity around the vehicle. 
Sleepily, she surmised Clemson had made a fuel stop. Somewhere. 

When she finally awakened, it was full daylight. She licked at her dry lips 
with a rancid taste in her mouth and so thirsty she was on the brink of 
begging for water. Painfully, she slipped from the bed and tried the door, 
surprised it was unlocked. For a time, she debated going forward and doing 
whatever she had to for a drink. But it had been hours and hours since 
Clemson had taken her and she vowed to forestall another assault as long as 
she could. 

She silently pushed the door to until the latch caught and returned to the 
bed. She tossed and turned impatiently for awhile, then sat up in the middle 
of the bed, Indian-fashion. She lay back down and tried to sleep, but there 
was no relief in that. Peevishly, she sat up and scooted into a back corner, 
knees drawn up under her chin, shins against the firm rubberiness of her 
breasts--and pouted. 

Gradually, she began to realize that boredom was becoming a factor in her 
discontent. She was appalled by the turn of thought that it would be better 
to be up front with Clemson, having him ogle her nudity, than to be cooped 
up alone in the back of the bus. 

"I don't need his company," she whispered defiantly. "All my life I've done 
without a lot of people around." She stared across her knees into the 
dimness. Then weeping came quickly, unbidden. 

Great shudders shook her body and she sobbed convulsively. It was true, and 
the more she thought about it, it hurt more than it ever had. In school she 
was tolerated by others--up to a point. But her instincts to excel, to win 
always turned off others. 

Once, when a group had gone far up the Spokane River on an outing, someone 
had suggested they all go shinny dipping. The air was charged with daring, 
excitement and boldness, but no one took the first step. 

And she had blurted, "Heck, I will," and had stood up and begun to remove 
her blouse. There was an awkward silence and everyone sat around for several 
minutes, unmoving, not talking. 

Finally, one of the boys had said he thought it would be a good idea to go 
back to Spokane, have a malt, a burger and some fries. So, they trouped back 
into the cars and headed for a drive-in. 

Eventually, Jody found herself sitting at me at an outside picnic table when 
the others had drifted away, forming new groups. She had walked home and 
Uncle Fletcher had suggested a quickie fishing jaunt. When they passed the 
picnic area, she had seen a group of kids in the water, splashing and 
yelling, swimming naked. And she had cried softly for hours and she presumed 
her silent Uncle Fletcher had attributed her tears to her being a woman or 
it was her "time of the month". 

Jody unwound her arms from her shins and stretched her legs out straight. 
She rubbed away the tears with fingertips and shuffled from the bed. She 
paused at the door for a minute, then opened it, tiptoeing timidly forward. 

"Hey, my little split-tail woke up," Clemson greeted. 

She stopped in the galley, a hand resting on the drainboard beside the sink, 
studying his pale eyes in the rearview mirror. "Clemson, I'm awfully 
thirsty. I want a drink of water." 

"You know what I told you about water and food and being civil," he said 
sternly. 

Jody swallowed against a lump of anger and frustration, hating herself for 
turning subservient. "I'm not yelling at you, Clemson. Let me have a drink? 
Please?" 

"Hah, Baby, you are learning, I do believe," he chuckled, his eyes intent on 
her nude body, via the mirror. "Did you wake up when I stopped awhile back? 
I got us two-hundred gals of diesel and we can mobile for at least a 
thousand miles. I replenished our water supply so you can take another 
quickie shower tonight." 

Jody vowed to drink the shower. She hadn't thought of it the first time, 
being intent on cleaning her body. "May I have a drink of water?" 

"It's about ten o'clock," he said. "You can bring a pair of brews from the 
frig." 

"I want water," she whimpered. "And where are we?" 

"Go to hell!" Clemson snarled. "Get your ass back in yer cell, if you can't 
take what I offer you and be grateful." 

Tears flooded her eyes and she turned slowly, slouched to the rear and shut 
the door behind her. 

She nearly lost her balance as the vehicle stopped suddenly. She heard 
Clemson slam the refrigerator door hard and knew he had stopped only to get 
himself a bottle of beer. 

She had no sense of direction, but from a brief glimpse of the sun, she 
calculated they were traveling in a northerly direction. And what she had 
seen of the landscape, they were still in desert country. She threw herself 
onto the bed, face down, and wept softly. 

Then music was piped to the rear compartment and Clemson was dial-hopping. 
Probably looking for his lousy hillbilly music, Jody mused. But even that 
would have a consoling value, she admitted. 

She heard a number of station call letters: KSL, KFI, KGEM. But none of them 
gave her any hint of their location. In about half an hour, Clemson stopped 
again. And Jody guessed he was after another beer. 

The record ended and an announcer came on with a fragment of news and 
sports. "There is some doubt about the tennis tournament scheduled at Las 
Vegas," he said. "Word has been leaked about the investigation of a gambling 
clique and the matches may be called off. This shouldn't perturb the latest 
sensation in the women's field, though. Miss Jody Freeman indicated in Los 
Angeles she may pass up the meet. She is believed to be on an extended 
vacation. Somewhere. No one has heard from her and her uncle is still in 
Eu--" And Clemson shut off the radio. 

Jody lay listening, disappointed that he had doused her only sense of 
companionship. Suddenly, she grew frightened as Clemson began cursing 
wildly. "What the hell is going on?" he yelled. "If anything gets fucked up 
and those guys don't pay me the rest of my dough--what the hell'll I do? I 
can't hang onto this little cunt forever." 

She writhed disconsolately on the hard bed. Somewhere. The announcer had 
said she was on vacation somewhere. He knew as much about the "somewhere" as 
she did. And not even the devil would classify this as a vacation. 

And his remark about her had an ominous, frightening sound. Would he kill 
her? Jody shivered, aware of goose bumps all over her bare body. Her 
thoughts were sober and honest. In spite of everything--the situation with 
Clemson and his attacks--she wanted to live. 

And she thought desperately that she must escape--even if she didn't get a 
chance to kill her kidnaper. Somberly, she began to wonder just where the 
gun was he had mentioned. And if she would get a chance to look for it. 
Where would he keep it? Under his pillow? Probably not. And there were so 
many places on the Winnebago where he could store it. But if she had it, she 
reasoned, she could make him give her her clothes and she could get away. 

She thought again about the splash of news on the radio, but just couldn't 
fathom its implications. But one thing was clear: From Clemson's reaction to 
it, she knew she would have to be very careful with him. Violence seethed 
within him. 

Wilted with depression, Jody left the bed and stepped into the bathroom. 
Gloomily, she lifted the lid and sat down. Shudders of humiliation rippled 
through her and she cursed him mentally. She couldn't even wash her hands. 
She braced herself against the tiny washbasin and peered at her haggard face 
in the small mirror, appalled by the sunken eyes, tangled hair and the 
sandy, dry texture of the skin on the crowns of her breasts. She knew that, 
soon, she would have to venture forward and face the scorn of triumph of 
Bert Clemson. 

She turned from the mirror and stared at the rumpled towel he had used. She 
picked it up distastefully and shook it out. As best she could, she draped 
it around her nakedness and stepped out of the bathroom. Slowly, she opened 
the door and eased her way forward. 

His eyes danced to the rear view mirror, but he didn't speak until she 
slipped into the off-driver's seat. "Feel like apologizin'?" 

"I'm sorry, Clemson," Jody said grudgingly. "But I'm really thirsty. And if 
you won't let me have some water, I'd appreciate the beer." 

She lowered her head and stared at her naked thighs, tugged the end of the 
towel more securely across her lap, blocking his gaze from her genital area. 

"Get a couple of bottles," he said tersely. 

She popped the tops at the drainboard and weaved back to her seat. He took 
the bottle she offered and said sharply, "Sit on the floor." 

"Why?" 

"Sit, you little sex-slut!" he screamed. And she quickly dropped to the 
floor in the narrow runway. Then she knew why. He didn't want her to see a 
highway sign or mileage marker and know where they were. Because, in 
seconds, he said, "Okay, now, you can climb back in the seat." 

She held the towel in place with an arm folded under her breasts and gulped 
the beer greedily. "Was that woman who brought me that drink in the locker 
room in Los Angeles in this with you? 

Did she help you drug the drink?" 

She watched him shake his head. "Just me. She just got the order from the 
bar and took it back to you. Hey, there's some antelope!" 

She followed the pointing of his arm. There were lots of antelope in 
Wyoming. But they hadn't traveled that far. But Oregon and part of Idaho had 
antelope. This, she reasoned, must be Oregon. 

She stared straight ahead, aware of Clemson's eyes darting to the crossed 
clench of her thighs. Far in the distance, heat devils dancing above the 
asphalt, she saw a rectangular sign on a roadside post. 

"On the floor again," Clemson said flatly. And she complied quickly. She 
calculated how long it would take to reach and pass the sign. And a second 
or two afterwards, Clemson motioned for her to get back in the seat. 

"I'm really lucky, Jody," Clemson said, an unfamiliar hint of humility in 
his tone. "You're a beautiful gal--kind of a goddess with your honey-gold 
hair and young body. Tightest little pecker tunnel I ever excavated. And you 
could be a terrific fuck, if you'd just let yourself go and enjoy pecker in 
your pussy." 

She knew she should have bitten her tongue and remained silent, but hatred 
and contempt for him choked at her heart, "I guess I'm supposed to thank you 
for that?" 

"You snotty little bitch," he yelled at her. 

"What the hell," she shrieked back. "The worst you can do to me is kill me." 

His laughter, bitter and frightening, chilled her. "I can show you how wrong 
you are. I will--when I see the chance." 

Feeling desperate and panicky--, she slumped in the seat, not caring the 
towel was falling away and her breasts sloped free for his gloating gaze, 
that he could explore the proud little Venus mound pooched upward from the 
taut Vee of her crossed thighs. Yes, she thought drearily, he could probably 
contrive a thousand degradations for her--before he killed her--if that was 
what he had planned. 

"Get some more beer," he said harshly. 

"And I'm hungry," Jody tried a placating tone as she handed him the fresh 
bottle. 

"Good," he nodded, swilling the beer, "I got a hotdog for you to chaw on." 
And he rubbed a long palm through his crotch to assure she didn't miss his 
meaning. 

And she felt a quick, roiling sickness in her belly and guts.. She had heard 
talk about such things and once had seen a magazine with pictures. She 
fought to keep from vomiting the beer that seemed to gurgle in her empty 
stomach. 

"Let me know when you get hungry enough," Clemson gloated, again rubbing his 
twitching genitals. 

"Never," Jody choked. 

"We'll see," Clemson challenged. 

"You know darned well," she hurled at him, "a woman isn't any good for 
anything, even sex, if she's being starved." 

"You're nuts," he chuckled. "Sometimes a gal puts out the best when she 
knows it will get her something she wants or needs really bad." 

Jody studied his lean face in the mirror and she wondered that what he said 
wasn't true. Was the instinct to survive so strong that women would do such 
depraved and disgusting things. Would she debase herself to that extent when 
she got hungry enough? Fleetingly, she thought that if he offered to stop 
the bus and fix breakfast or something she wouldn't pose any objection to 
his screwing her again. She couldn't stop him--so, she wouldn't fight him. 
Not for a good meal. But? Would she--what was the vulgar term?--go down on 
him? 

She struggled to swallow a mouthful of beer against the involuntary urge to 
regurgitate. Realizing her eyes brimmed with a pitiful appeal, she croaked, 
"Clemson, please stop somewhere and let me out. I think I'm gonna throw up." 

"Just hold onto your guts," he said solemnly. "It ain't all that bad. 
Really. Just kind of block the idea from your mind at the start. Really. 
Sucking off a guy's cock ain't so terrible. All the women I ever knew get 
around to enjoying blowing a man's meat flute. And I might eat out your 
pussy--if we can ever get down to mutual cooperation." 

She was about to taunt him with her loathing about not understanding how any 
woman could willingly let him do it to her, let alone take his hideous penis 
in her mouth. But she could see violence tormenting him and kept silent. 

Maybe an hour later, Clemson wheeled the motorhome into a turnout. Awed, 
Jody let the towel fall from her nudity to the floor as she left the seat to 
stand at the huge windshield to stare at the great, broad valley that 
stretched to the haze of distance and a range of mountains that reared 
dream-like perhaps two-hundred miles to what to her was the northeast. 

"Oh, God, that's beautiful," she breathed, her eyes devouring the splendor 
of pale purples and greens and yellows that seemed framed by the pale, 
unmarred summer sky. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Clemson agreed and she glanced over her left shoulder at 
him studying a map. "Like fish? I think we'll take a little detour to an 
isolated stretch of river I learned about when I worked on a ranch up in 
this country a few years ago." 

Jody didn't answer, but continued admiring the far-away scene and digesting 
the first intimate knowledge about Bert Clemson. She heard him refolding the 
map, then tensed as she felt a huge palm caressing the sleek roundness of 
her butt. She didn't recoil, but flinched inwardly, letting him run his hand 
up between her legs to finger at her puffy labia and nudging at her anus. 

"Please don't," she said plaintively. And was grateful when he took his hand 
away after spanking her ass cheeks gently. 

"You can watch for a few more miles," Clemson said, "then you'll have to 
crawl back in yer hole." 

"All right," she said obediently. And a short time later, she headed to the 
rear., "Take a couple of beers, if you want," Clemson called cheerily. 

CHAPTER SIX Jody sat impatiently in the middle of the bed, wishing she had 
remembered to bring the towel. She sipped the beer and listened to exterior 
sounds, knowing they were passing through some small town. The beer had its 
plus effect, allaying the pangs of hunger. 

By the time she had started on the second bottle, the vehicle slowed, then 
veered to the right, weaved and tilted drunkenly as Clemson steered it onto 
an unimproved road. "He's going to find that river," Jody murmured, licking 
foam from her lips and brushing it from the crowns of her breasts where it 
had sloshed when she was pitched about by the sway of the Winnebago. 

She squinted down through the wide valley between her fleshy cones at the 
profuse pubic growth and frowned. "I can't stop him from using his ugly 
thing in me, but he can't make me do that other to him," she whispered 
hoarsely, surprised by the tone of doubt in her voice. 

Dully, a dog barked and she surmised they were passing a farm house and the 
dog, in its rural boredom, chased cars. For a moment, the frail light grew 
even less and she visualized the sun obscured briefly by a cloud. 

She finished the second beer and felt giddy and was imbued with impatience. 
She clutched the two bottles by the necks and tentatively opened the door. 
"Clemson? Can I come forward now?" 

"Yeah, and bring me a beer, you cute poontang," he called. 

And Jody frowned at his unfamiliar, easy-going tone. The beer he had been 
drinking was having an intoxicating effect on him. And she didn't know 
whether to expect him to be amiable or ruthless. She left the empty bottles 
in the sink and took two fresh ones from the refrigerator. 

"Yeah, gal," he grinned, his eyes flicking from her bobbing breasts to her 
slender waist to the hair-fringed pubic area as he took the beer. "You know, 
I'm gettin' starch back in the fun machine. How's yer oven? All heated up 
and ready to bake?" 

She ignored his lewdness, picked up the towel, draped it around her and 
settled into the seat to watch the passing scenery. It was indiscernible, 
but she could tell they were climbing by the way the powerful engine 
labored. Then Clemson shifted down and the vehicle seemed to lunge forward 
to an obvious crest and he shifted up again as the huge van raced into a 
long curve of the dusty gravel road that was laid beside a placid river that 
wound among aspen and a sprinkling of conifers. 

He pointed through the windshield. "We're headed 'way back in there. Be 
where I have in mind before dark." 

And Jody stared upward and into the distance at the dizzying humps of 
mountains. Timber was sparse, but they were heavily bearded with brush. "Lot 
of silver mined here in the late 1800s," Clemson said agreeably. 

Jody thought this must be Idaho. But she merely nodded and said nothing. 

Deep in the mountains, where the river had dwindled to twenty feet side, 
Clemson found a level area and backed and jockeyed the bus into a cluster of 
trees, not far from the water's edge. 

"Best thing about a rig like this," he grinned, "is that when you get where 
you're goin', you don't have to make camp or go through the rigmarole of 
breaking it." 

Jody stood, peering at the beauty and isolation. "Can I get out?" 

He flourished a hand at the door and she stepped out, circled the bus, 
heading for the river. She found a place with a spattering of sharp prints 
of deer, stretched out prone and used her hands to cup water. And she drank 
with loud slurps until she thought she was about to be ill. Then she reared 
back, resting on her toes and knees, heels denting the smooth rubberiness of 
her buttocks. 

Faraway there was a rolling discontent of thunder and she turned her face 
upward, eyes squinting at the dark clouds that seemed to be folding 
together. "We may get a shower," Clemson chirped, rounding the bus with two 
tall, frosty glasses. "I made you a tall, stiff screwdriver," he said. 

She scowled at him, then looked back at the darkening sky. "I don't want any 
liquor," she said, trying to be inoffensive. "I don't want to get drunk. I 
want something to eat." 

"You'll drink this and be goddamned glad," he said harshly, yet she didn't 
detect an immediate threat of his earlier meanness. And she took the glass, 
tasted it and shuddered. I can't help it, she thought, he's going to make me 
get drunk. 

"Maybe everything all around will be better for you, if you are bowlegged 
drunk," he said softly, as if he had read her thoughts. 

"Please don't bother me anymore," she said pleadingly, unable to keep dread 
and disgust and fear from showing in her eyes. She saw the hardening of 
him--in his eyes and the muscles along the jaw ridges. "I mean," she said 
haltingly, "not now, not this evening and tonight." 

His eyes on her were contemplative and Jody checked the draping of the towel 
over her nudity. There was a closer roll of thunder that throbbed through 
the deep canyon. When he took a couple of tentative steps toward her, she 
backed away and raised the glass to her lips. 

Thinking to deter him, she turned toward the river. "Did you say there are 
fish in this river? A mess of fish would be dandy for supper." 

"Trout and a few bass and crappie farther down," Clemson nodded. "You fish 
another pair of drinks and I'll get out some tackle." 

Jody hesitated until he opened one of the storage compartments, then picked 
up his glass from a dead stump and picked her barefoot way to the door of 
the Winnebago. She considered loading his drink only, but decided he was 
obtuse enough to swap drinks with her and she would be getting drunk and he 
would be on orange juice. So she added ample amounts of vodka to both 
glasses. 

When she returned, Clemson had two gutted trout lying on a wet mat of grass 
and was teasing and dancing a fly across the dark, placid water. Momentarily 
forgetting the situation, she knelt to inspect the firm, plump fish. "Oh, 
nice ones," she chirped. 

"You betcha," Clemson murmured, setting the tiny hook again. "Stick around 
with me and you'll discover fuckin' ain't the only thing I do real good." 

Instant tears fuzzed her vision and she dropped the trout she had been 
holding. She set his drink in a secure place and watched him land another 
trout. "Browns," Clemson muttered. 

She stared gloomily across the river and was tempted to rail at him for 
destroying even her smallest moments of her enthusiasm. But kept silent, 
figuring he would probably turn hard-shell, hit her or kick her. "Your 
drink," she murmured, "you'll spill it." 

He quickly field-dressed the trout, whipped the fly far out and squatted to 
pick up his drink. "You load mine and short yours?" 

Without meeting his narrowed eyes, she shook her head. "If you think I lie, 
I'll trade you," she snapped. 

"Okay, okay," Clemson said placatingly. 

The air cooled suddenly and the first smattering of raindrops scampered 
about them. "Want to get one more 'fore that black cloud begins pissing all 
over us." 

Jody frowned. "I think I'll stand out in it." 

"Better not," Clemson said solemnly, "these summer storms are often 
chaperoned by lightning and you could get toasted and your pussy bush would 
get singed. I never did hanker to eat cooked cunt. I like my meat raw." 

To accent Clemson's warning, a bolt exploded like a bomb some distance to 
the west, in the direction from which they arrived. Ominous thunder rolled, 
it grew darker and Jody thought the entire area cowered as a jagged gash of 
fire speared toward the earth to the southwest with a forbidding crash. 

"To hell with another trout," Clemson whistled. 

"Take my glass and hightail your butt inside while I bring the fish. We'll 
split the third one." 

She huddled in the passenger seat and watched Clemson season the fish, roll 
them in cornmeal and lay them in a skillet of hot grease. He poured frozen 
french fries into another skillet and pushed a tray of prepared biscuits 
into the small oven. 

"Head of lettuce in the frig," Clemson said. "Get rid of them goddamned 
towel and make us a couple of salads." 

Jody hesitated only a moment, then tugged away the towel and took salad 
ingredients from the refrigerator. "A real feast," she chirped with genuine 
happiness. 

She cringed inwardly as Clemson turned toward her. "Yeah," he muttered. "I 
decided to give you a good feed and see how grateful you are-afterwards." 
Despite his hand caressing the full, firm roundness of her buttocks, 
stroking her slender back, she continued tearing the lettuce with her 
fingers. But when he palmed her right breast and agitated thumb and 
forefinger over the nipple, she shrugged away from him. "Don't," she 
pleaded. "Don't spoil everything." 

"Jody-honey, you got such a beautiful body, I can't hardly keep my hands off 
you," he chuckled, running fingers into the tensed crease of her ass. 

"Please don't," she whined, adding dressing to the lettuce in two small 
dishes. "And could I have some clothes?" 

His hard, flat hand smacked painfully against the half-moons of her bottom 
and she gasped. "Will you shuuuuut UP about clothes?" Clemson snarled, voice 
shrill and threatening. 

"Will you?" 

She peered at him sideways. "All right, Clemson. 

I'm shut up." She struggled against a surge of tears and considered fleeing 
to the sleeping compartment in back, but her hunger was too tormenting and 
she remained. 

As they ate, wind gusted up the canyon, gently buffering the bus broadside, 
flailing rain against it like wire brushes on a drum. 

In spite of her famished feeling, Jody ate slowly savoring the juicy trout, 
crisp fries, tangy salad and half a dozen biscuits dripping with margarine. 
She ignored Clemson with her eyes as he put his things in the sink, but she 
was keenly, nervously aware of his stalking about in the narrow confines of 
the vehicle, fingers toying with the buckle of his belt. 

At last she was finished and grudgingly let Clemson take her plate and salad 
dish. She turned away from him to stare at the angry rain. "That was 
good--very good, Clemson," she said timidly, stomach churning as she sensed 
his stopping beside her. 

Unmistakably, she heard the softy whir of a zipper parting. Dread and 
revulsion gnawed in her mind and her body was suffused with a sudden fever. 
"Please? Let's don't?" she heard her softly whining voice. 

"Come on, look at me. Be sociable," Clemson said. His voice was soft, but 
carried dangerous tone. 

In the window that was pelted with wind-driven rain, she studied the pale 
ghostliness of her face and his lanky frame. Resignedly, she turned to face 
him, standing at her elbow, feet spraddled. The fly of his pants gaped and 
she quickly read the shape of his husky gonads and the heavy welt down the 
left leg. 

"We'll just let it storm and have ourselves a hot old time here in the bus," 
Clemson said, tone amiable and glutted with anticipation. 

Jody tried meeting his eyes, hers pleading. But his were glazed with lust 
and there was a trickle of saliva at the corners of his thin lips. 

"Reach in the basket and get a couple handsful of goodies," Clemson taunted 
her, pushing his crotch toward numbed face. She hesitated and he plopped a 
huge palm atop her head. Slowly, his fingers closed on a tangle of her light 
hair and pulled slowly until tingling pain needled her scalp. "I said treat 
yourself to some goodies. Now, reach in and get your hands full." 

"Ooooouch, Clemson!" 

And he tugged harder. "You'll look a goddamned fright, bald-headed on the 
tennis courts," he grated. 

Tears of pain and helplessness and debasement trickled down her wan cheeks. 
As her stomach wretched, she extended a hand timidly. First, just the tips 
of her fingers grazed the flaps of the trouser fly. "Get yer fingers 
inside," Clemson encouraged-with a tweak of her hair. "Both hands--scoop 
inside." 

Jody extended her other hand, wrists touching, fingers slipping into his 
shorts. There was the heavy coarseness of his body hair, the downward arch 
of his fleshy stump. She wiggled her fingers into his clothing, bent them 
down and stared unseeing at their movement in his pants. 

She felt as though she was going to faint as her fingers traced along the 
length of his hot, twitching penis. He didn't have to speak. Fingers 
twisting her hair compelled her fingers to curl with distaste around his 
thick rubberiness that seemed to expand at her touch. 

Sobs began lo shake her body as Clemson palmed her tits, fingers squeezing 
the dainty, dark nipples. Almost roughly, she grasped the thick barrel and 
pried and levered it through the slit of his shorts. Her hands dropped from 
it, but she couldn't loft her eyes from the blunt, dark glans and the slit 
in the tip. 

"Come on!" Clemson yelled, pinching her nipples until she cried out. "Reach 
in and get my balls out, too. Treat them nuts good. They make the starchy 
jizz and recharge my battery so I can give you a good fuckin' every day." 

At that moment, she wanted to die. But her heart pumped strong and fast and 
she eased her hands along the sides of his burgeoning prick, back into his 
clothes and lifted his massive balls out, into the open. 

"Take 'hold of it and play with it and jack me off a little bit," Clemson 
wheedled, caressing and mauling her up-tilted cones. But Jody dropped her 
hands to her thighs, lowered her eyes and shook her head. 

"Oh, goddamnit," Clemson cursed with disgust. "Come on." He seized her left 
arm and yanked her from the seat. His knee kicked into her right buttock. 
"Get to the back bed." 

She felt rubbery and pliable and defeated as he eased her onto the bed. 
Shame assailed her mind and she folded an arm across her feverish bosom and 
splayed a hand over her crotch as she stiffened her legs together. But the 
pressure of her tensed thighs served only to increase the agitation that was 
roiling in her puffy, pouty vulva. Jody lifted her head and peered down 
toward her sex, where the tensing thighs had pooched the exterior folds of 
her vulva into view. 

There was a tiny spire of flame kindling inside the thick sex lips. And her 
hard titties were like coals of fire and the tumescent nipples seemed to 
spark as her forearm brushed against them. 

Helplessly, she peered up at Clemson, into his lustful face as he undressed 
hastily. His chest heaved. Her eyes were drawn downward over his hairy belly 
to the vast thicket of coarse hair from which his massive ugliness 
protruded. 

Jody grimaced with loathing as she squinted at his hand cupping his 
ponderous balls and the other working the thick skin of the penis back and 
forth over the glans, forcing clear, sticky honey from the slit m the thick, 
red cork at the terminus of the rapidly elongating hunk of flesh. 

A depraved fascination intruded on her mind as she watched him continue 
manipulating his hand on the thick, heavy shaft. The feeling dissipated 
quickly and she stared at him with contempt when he grunted, "I'm gonna get 
it as hard and as long as I can before I ram it in your snatch, pop the 
bottom of your well and fuck you." 

A part of her mind recoiled from the vulgar sting of his words. "You're 
despicable," she spat. "This is so rotten and sordid--doing this." She 
kicked at him half-heartedly as he flopped her around cross-wise on the bed. 
He knelt between her parted knees and she quivered with anxiety and sighed 
heavily as his fingers traced up and down the inner planes of her thighs. 
She slapped at his hand as he pushed it from over her crotch and whimpered 
as he soaked a finger in her wet gash, poised the tip of it against the 
fleshy curtain to her sex cove. 

"Oooohhhh," she sighed as he wriggled it in to the palm knuckle. "Still 
tight. You are a real snug cock-fit and a grinding fuck. This is what I like 
about your cunt," he panted hoarsely. "When your sphincters get to working, 
they just about make hamburger out of my round steak." 

Jody's neck ached as she craned it to watch his carnal abuse. She moaned and 
her butt shook uncontrollably as he finger-fucked her. 

"Goddamn," he cried jubilantly, "it's boiling in there." And he wiggled his 
finger deep in her cunny, feeling the firm crinkle of the vaginal walls. Her 
fists beat like dull drums against the mattress as she began losing control 
of herself. Her heels found the edge of the bed and her thighs fanned wider 
as her knees scissored upward. Her leg muscles tensed, pushing her 
sex-trough into his goading hand. "Want I should get in the saddle and make 
like a cowboy?" Clemson chuckled, voice high-pitched. Then he snorted and 
made mule like braying sounds. And all Jody could do was watch his flying 
hand with dazed eyes. 

She could see his off-shoulder working and she knew he was goading his 
massive sex-spine--jacking off. "I'm gettin' it as hard as stone and almost 
hot enough to melt and 'bout a foot long. Wish you could see my 
balls--tennis balls--throb with horniness. What a hard-on I'm getting ready 
for your hot little cunny," he panted, finger-fucking her faster, goading 
her into rotating her pelvis and pussy on his skewering finger. 

Despite her revulsion, her body responded in coital bumps and grinds that 
became more frenzied as he squished his finger in and out of her real fast. 
A sort of agony began to shudder through her and her body was filmed with 
perspiration. And a terrible panic seemed to send her mind racing toward 
madness. And she wanted him away from her. 

Then she found her voice. "Screw me, you bastard and, OHHH, Christ..." 

Clemson swizzled his finger in her viscous tunnel as he romped her into a 
shuddering climax. She was giddy and on the verge of swooning when Clemson 
cackled, "You had a helluva blow-off cum." 

She felt a blessed relief as he left her. 

CHAPTER SEVEN But Clemson was only taking a break for a stiff drink. "Stay 
right there," he called, "keep your knees up and far apart and your puffed 
up pussy shining. I'll be right back." 

Jody, head up, was almost hypnotized, a sickness in her guts as she watched 
him saunter back, masturbating slowly. 

"If you'd suck me a little bit," he grinned lewdly. "That always brings a 
man all the way out and produces a full hard-on. And I love having a girl go 
down on me and blow my prick." Jody let her head fall back to the mattress 
and stared with despair at the ceiling. There was an uncanny, pleasant 
crawliness deep in her belly. "Ugh," she gasped, mustering honest revulsion. 
Yet, her mind toyed with the repulsive idea of having his big cock knob in 
her mouth and sucking on it. 

He left off masturbating and sat on the edge of the bed, holding the glass 
of vodka in his left hand, forearm around her right leg, trapping the thigh 
and knee and calf against his chest. Her ass bucked involuntarily and her 
head bobbed up and she stared between her aching breasts--as best she 
could--as he deftly peeled the thick, hot lips of her pussy apart. 
"Aaaieeee," she gasped as he stroked his fingertip up and down her tingling 
furrow. Muscles in the smooth, taut cheeks of her ass trembled as he punched 
the clitoris. "Just calling the elevator to take you higher," he leered. 
Sweet spasms spread like electronic air waves through her pelvis. And she 
knew she had no defenses against him and he would send her higher. There was 
a heady, dizzy aura clouding her eyes and she gasped for breath. 

"Eeeekkkkssss," she squealed as he tickled her rump with his fingers, just 
before spearing a finger into her again. It seemed to release a torrent of 
heat as he wormed it around, in deep. There was a degrading deliciousness 
churning in her tummy, a singing in her ears and a sharp twinge as muscles 
coiled around his plunging finger, gripping at it. 

He laughed triumphantly and she hated him for ridiculing her. She flinched 
as a fingernail scratched her tender insides. But her tensed ass bucked and 
lurched. There was a clutching deep in her channel, an eagerness that 
humiliated her. 

"Really juicy twat now," Clemson chortled. "But still a tight pussy." 

Jody inhaled raggedly, helplessly aware that her crotch was gyrating 
coitally. "Get it done with," she screeched at him. His thumb nudged her 
itching anal pucker. "Huuuuurrrryyy," she tried to curve her pussy up to 
encourage his sexual assault, then leave her to her physical and mental 
torment. 

"Baby, I'm gonna make you crave cock all the time for the rest of your life. 
And when you can't get it, you'll use a candle or a broomstick or your 
fingers--anything you can punch into your twat like a pecker." 

Her eyes rolled, then focused on his leering face. "You are a 
depraved--depraved ..." she searched for words. A soft squeal gurgled from 
her throat as he fingered her cunt rapidly. 

"Bastard?" Clemson suggested. 

"Oh, no, no, no, no," she whined, unable to keep her fanny from shuddering 
and shaking and cooperating with his perverted finger-reaming of her 
seething vagina. "Get on with--fucking me. Put your thing in me and get done 
with it," she begged. A corner of her mind tormented her with the question 
of whether she was anxious for him to be done with tormenting her--or giving 
her relief, an enervation, aloneness so she could sleep. 

His panting and gasping and snorting drew her attention. "Have a heart 
attack and die," she yelled, fists drumming the mattress. She squinted in 
the dim light to study him. She found she was morbidly fascinated by his 
sensually contorted features and glazed eyes. "God, Jody, I'm gonna teach 
you how to suck cock and I'll eat your snatch. I'm tempted to tongue-scoop 
your pussy right now, it smells so hot and delicious. Someday I'll show you 
how much fun it is to 69 to a climax before we get down to rock-and-sock 
fuckin'." 

Her pussy lips were tormented and her inner muscles were a roiling agony. 
She sighed with apprehension as he withdrew his finger with a soft "pop", 
the sound like the uncorking of a bottle. He tossed her around lengthwise on 
the bed, dropped the empty glass to the floor and bounded between her 
defenseless thighs. 

His arms prevented her updrawn legs from fanning together. "Ooooohhhh, God," 
she wailed as the fingers of both his hands seemed to delve into her vulva, 
spreading the outer and inner labia. "Jody, I wish you could see your cunt 
lips. They're all puffy and bloaty like--like--like slices of raw liver. 
Really blood red." 

"You-aredisgusting," Jody groaned, not wanting to look at what he was doing 
to her. She lifted her head, wanting to shut her eyes, but staring, instead 
as she watched him grip his massive shaft and bend the monstrously ugly head 
of his cock into her slicked slot. Her anus fluttered as his hot knob sopped 
into her groove and plowed against her tingling clitoris. 

"Aaaagggghhhh," she gasped, her butt bucking as he plied it up and down her 
hot trench, teasing it against the torrid entry to her cunt. 

He chuckled softly, continuing to swab his long dong up and down through her 
furry purse. "You're torturing me," Jody complained plaintively, 
involuntarily trying to arch her sexually agitated groove to capture his 
spear. 

Then Clemson stopped tantalizing her and adjusted his immense knob against 
the entry to her roiling pit. Jody tensed and her middle heaved upward as he 
prodded at her. "Uuuugggghhhh," she gurgled as he hunched his ass, thrusting 
his groin forward, popping the huge plum inside her frail body. Little 
needles akin to pain streaked outward from her vagina and exploded in her 
navel. 

He seized her ankles against his shanks and pushed her feet and legs stiff, 
into the air. It lifted her bottom from the mattress, her feet back in line 
with her head and outflung arms. He positioned his knees against her 
flattened butt cheeks and humped roughly. 

"Be gentle, be gentle. Don't hurt me," she pleaded. But he slammed it at her 
again. "Aaaaiiiieee! Daaaaaammmnn you," Jody screamed and thought she could 
hear as well as feel a ripping. 

Slowly, a giddy euphoria swept over in a wave, replaced by a flood of 
intense heat that rocketed back and forth like a tidal wave, washing into 
her breasts, back down through her belly to rumble deep in her pussy and 
thunder through her raised thighs, causing her knees to tremble. 

Jody felt that his huge, fat cock was hauling her outer cuntal lips into her 
chasm with it. The cork end of his dick grated against the cervix and erotic 
convulsions shivered all through her loins. "God, no," she pleaded. 

When he hauled about six inches of his cock out of her, she squalled 
incoherently and her toes clenched. She gasped with an inhaling of breath as 
he plowed his prick back into her quivering cunt, her deep twat muscles 
contracting in snake-like crawliness. "Uh-uh-uh-uh," she panted as he 
smacked his prick to her, rasping past the cervix and hitting the bottom of 
her narrow, churning pit. 

He looped her knees over his shoulders, bent forward, with his cock buried 
to the balls in her cunt and sucked his lips onto a turgid tittie point. 

" Aaaaiiiiee ee! Oooohhhhhh! OOO-OHHHHHHH!" Jody panted, strangely 
enthralled with the sensation of his prick pistoning in and out of her cunt. 
"OoooWeeeeee!" she howled, her fanny hunching, up-fucking to meet his 
powerful, lustful thrusts. 

Suddenly, his dong drummed into her passion-gorged cunt. She writhed as she 
felt him reach back and under, pushing his big, swaying balls out of the way 
and obscenely reamed his big finger into her asshole. 

"Yeeeoooowwwww!" Jody screamed and her hips lurched from the double 
penetration. Dazzling lights flashed behind her eyelids and sparks danced 
through her body as he chewed on her hot, tumescent titties and slammed his 
meat into her. Their combined hot juices slimed her bloated labia and 
trickled into the wide butt crack and over his hand and finger that he was 
fucking into her rectum. Her butt hole seemed a pit of fire as his finger 
worked in and out of it, in rhythm with his pecker as it gored her cunt. 

A ludicrous thought that her bed was going to get all wet nagged her mind. 
Then her eyes fluttered open to stare at the top of his head as he 
diligently sucked her bloated boobies and she listened to his labored, 
gasping breath and the meaty sounds of his massive cock-head pounding into 
her tingling, itching snatch. 

Jody panted and screamed and her butt up-fucked, even as she tried to squirm 
away. And her sphincters were at work, convulsing around the barrel of his 
phallus involuntarily as he primed her snatch to erupt violently, sweetly. 

She screamed unintelligibly as she rocketed into orgasm. Her tongue lolled 
out and her eyes rolled wildly. She could feel the daughter of triumph 
shuddering through the hard body atop her as he slammed his prodigious cock 
to the balls in her twat and gushed her cunny full of steamy semen. Her 
screams ebbed away to a throaty gurgle and she rotated her cunt on his cock, 
keenly aware of her inner muscles milking the sex-cream from his massive 
hose. 

When he left her, tottering forward to refill his glass, she stared after 
him resentfully. Her legs, scissored upward, were limp and spraddled, his 
jizz oozing in thick streams from her gored receptacle. There was a coolness 
in the bus as the rain wept loudly against the side and top of the vehicle, 
yet, she was filmed with sweaty stickiness. There was an aching voice deep 
between her legs and her asshole burned and fluttered. 

Unblinking, she watched him stumble toward her, sipping vodka from the 
glass. She accepted the glass as he raised her head and she drank, slowly. 
"More, Jody-baby?" he whispered. He let her head back gently to the mattress 
and cupped a tittie with a large, covering palm. "Give me a little bit and 
I'll give you a lot more." 

With a gesture of enervation, Jody raised her left hand and rubbed her eyes. 
She let the hand fall back, unmindful, unconcerned that it dropped into his 
naked, hairy lap, against his still turgid, passion-slimed cock. Through the 
backs of her fingers, she could feel it twitch and tremble. Her eyes found 
his in an expressionless, steady stare. 

"You are starting to really like cock, aren't you, Jody?" he said softly. 
"Do you realize that your body fucked me back like a hot, wanton bitch in 
heat--even though your mind may have been against it?" 

Jody blinked rapidly. It was true. "Oh, shut up, Clemson," she muttered, 
again letting him lift her head and carefully trickle vodka into her mouth. 
"It's still storming hard," she gasped from the fire of the liquor. 

"Best kind of weather and climate for fucking," he grinned, the hand 
stroking and gently mauling her boobies and her tummy and long fingers 
combing the sweaty tangles from her pubic fur. "Let's finish the booze and 
go some more," he proposed. And she raised her head alone this time to take 
half of what was left of the vodka in the glass. 

Instinctively, she put her hands on his shoulders, splayed her knees to 
accommodate his clumsy clambering between her legs. Her feet lifted to arch 
her puffy crotch to him as he shuffled into the saddle of her creamy thighs. 
She tensed and nibbled at her lower lip as she watched him bring the head of 
his dripping cock to her gash. "Yer fuck-lips are so swollen, it makes yer 
peter trench real narrow," Clemson breathed, adding his fire to hers. Jody 
winced at the firm, hot, wet contact and murmured softly. 

"Let's not tease around this time," Clemson grunted as he positioned the 
head of his spear against her spasming target. Jody groaned as her ass 
hunched. Tears filled her eyes as she acknowledged shame for yielding to an 
alien, erotic desire. One hand found a feverish breast, the other lifted to 
rest at the back of his head. 

Her feet lifted to brush against the sides of the cheeks of his lean butt as 
he knocked gently at the entry to her channel. Then he hipped forward and 
socked his massive cock-head to the depths of her sex-well, lustfully and 
powerfully into her throbbing cunt. 

Jody sighed and stiffened for a moment as she accepted his hot, hard 
penetration. He struggled and wrestled between her thighs, as if he would 
drive his mammoth tusk even farther into her quivering, snug channel. 
"Oooohhhh, Lord," she whimpered as he burrowed his cock deep, swizzling it 
in her steaming twat. 

"Your fuck-heat is intense--just about scalds my cock," Clemson moaned, 
prying his cock around in her as if to expand the walls of her pussy. 

Jody squirmed and writhed and sighed plaintively as he began drilling his 
cock into her cunt in short, jolting punches. She scowled as he leaned back 
and peered down at his work, just the knob of his dong locked inside her 
grinding vagina. "I wish you could see how my long, thick post stretches 
your pussy smile into a fat O--like a red, rubber gasket," he gulped as he 
hunched the full length of his dick back into her. 

"Aaaahhhh--eeeeiiii," Jody whimpered. "That all your cock in me? Feels so 
huge and hard," she gasped. 

"Right up to the hairy balls in your snatch," Clemson chortled. "Want I 
should finger-fuck your asshole some more? You sure hit a hard cum a few 
minutes ago." 

Jody stared into his face dumbly and didn't reply. She forced her feet up 
and back toward his shoulders as he cupped a hand under her butt and lifted 
her, the action forcing the head of his prick against the bottom of her 
well. Her feet floated ridiculously in the air as he drew his cock out and 
lunged it back into her, their sweaty bellies smack-smacking. 

Again, she was aware of a hot soppiness in her genital area. And Jody began 
panting, watching her boobies bob like big rubber balls on her chest as he 
impaled her pussy again and again, stabbing his cock deep and fast into her 
throbbing cunt. 

She whined softly as he began pumping steadily, driving his prick into her, 
gorging her cunt with cock. "Good thing pussies are elastic," he gloated, 
breathing rapidly, "otherwise, my cock would rip you from asshole to navel." 

Jody caught herself just short of retorting that it was a good thing pussies 
didn't have teeth--or she would bite off and chew up his big sausage. As she 
choked back the words, remorse and a sad sense of wantonness brought silent 
sobs that ached in her breast. 

She was putting some effort into it, but his hand under her bottom was 
creating a rocking motion of her body as he slammed his prick into her. She 
whimpered with humiliation as she tried to analyze the strange, carnal 
satisfaction his pistoning prick aroused in her frantic young loins. She 
frowned as he paused long enough to rebrace his feet, knees up under her 
ass, and resumed hammering away at her. He seemed to pierce her pussy deeper 
with each plunge of his prick. 

Inexplicably, she began crying and screaming softly. Her eyes widened and 
then squinted shut tightly as he pumped at her with a heavy, hot prod that 
seemed to be increasing in length with each hunch. 

Unexpectedly, Jody soared into a violent orgasm as Clemson fucked her faster 
and faster. "Cum, Baby. Cum hard as you can and get your jollies and thrills 
from being balled with a big cock." She tried to arch her tits up to him as 
he bowed his back to nibble on her dainty nipples. She cupped her hands 
against his ears and involuntarily kissed the top of his head as little 
whinnies of feral ecstasy seeped from her throat. 

He slammed hard and his groin bone ground against her fatty pillow and her 
clit was mashed. She screamed loudly and the sound wilted away to a choking 
coo. She exhaled and inhaled deeply as he resumed screwing her through her 
spiraling climax. 

"You love to fuck and be fucked," he gasped, pausing to let his fuck-meat 
sizzle in her boiling sex-cauldron. Her coital muscles churned and coiled as 
he delivered fuck-plunge after fuck-plunge. 

"You have a good pussy," Clemson marveled, burying his cock into the balls 
and suddenly showering her innards with jizz. "Whoopee! You really like to 
be fucked!" he howled, holding her ass up as her heels drummed on his taut 
ass. Her cunt was spasming, milking out his fuck-juices. "Fuuucccckkkk me 
faster!" Jody bleated, shaking and rotating her ass in his palms. 

"Glad to," Clemson grunted, gouging her deep with his cock as the last of 
his semen drained into her hot twat. She felt that her insides were deluged 
with his sap. It felt like the jizz was almost gushing out of her hole, 
despite his cock which corked her cunt completely. 

"Keep fucking me, Clemson," she pleaded, her voice turning into a shrill, 
ragged, erotic, greedy scream. She cursed him vilely as he jerked his soggy 
cock from her inflamed cunt and stumbled forward, grabbing the vodka on the 
way, and half-collapsing in the driver's seat. 

CHAPTER EIGHT The first thing Jody noticed when she awoke was that Clemson 
had spread the blanket over her during the night while she slept. Up between 
her legs there was a burning sensation mingled with a pleasurable itching 
and a hungry-like craving. 

As she remembered with keen feelings the past evening's episode, a 
depressing sense of remorse and shame took root in her mind. She sat up and 
languidly shrugged the blanket about her nakedness and determinedly put down 
the feeling of unhappiness. 

She stood on unsteady legs and hesitated at the door. She listened to a hum 
and faint crackling of static as Clemson tried to tune in the radio. 

Mutedly, she could hear him swearing far forward. Then a weak voice filtered 
from the back speaker, the announcer saying the rich Las Vegas tennis 
tournament was still in doubt, despite the indictment of unnamed eastern 
persons for illegal gambling activities in connection with the matches. 

He said that players--men and women--were undecided about what course to 
take. The women wished they could hear from Jody Freeman. Not because she 
was a veteran on the tour, but because she had drawn top seeding. But Miss 
Freeman was somewhere on a secluded vacation and hadn't been heard from. All 
the players, however, were agreed on the desire to hold the matches because 
of the richness of the purse. Many of them felt Miss Freeman's feelings 
might determine whether the tournament was conducted as scheduled and there 
might be some concentrated effort to locate her. 

Jody was aware of a sense of numbness and quiet jubilation. If a hunt was 
started for her, she might be freed from her captivity before the two weeks 
or so were up. She tried to remember how long Bert Clemson had had her. 
"Well," she sighed, "if he was telling me the truth, I can expect another 
ten or eleven days of his insatiable, carnal appetites." 

She shoved open the door and blinked rapidly, nearly blinded by the dazzling 
sun that had supplanted the previous night's dreary storm. She strolled 
forward timidly, peering from windows at the whole outdoors bathed in the 
golden glare of early morning. Everything--the trees and shrubbery -was 
dripping wet and clean-looking. 

Clemson was slumped in the driver's seat, staring at the radio. Jody decided 
she wouldn't mention the fragment of news she had heard. "Morning," she said 
without spirit. 

"Yeah," Clemson grunted gloomily. As she paced nearer, he pointed obliquely 
through the windshield. "See that smoke? Must be a campfire around the bend 
yonder. I wasn't aware there was anyone in fifty miles of us." 

Jody's heart leaped as she thought of being able to get away from Clemson, 
if she could only make contact with whoever was camping there. "Thanks for 
the blanket, Clemson," she said. 

He merely nodded, taking a swig from his bottle of beer. "I dug you out one 
of my shirts," he said. "You can wear it. We'll be out in the sun a lot 
today and I don't want you burning your boobies so they're too sore for me 
to suck and nibble. I don't want your back blistered so you can lie down on 
it when I decide to give you some more pussy-pluggin' fuckin'." 

She glared at him via the mirror. "Clemson," she said slowly, "you have a 
real talent for destroying your decent gestures with your lewd, depraved 
mouth." 

She cringed mentally as she watched his eyes narrow and harden. "Little 
fuck-slut," he snarled, "you're the one who is going to have that kind of 
mouth pretty damned soon. I'm about to stuff nine inches of cock down your 
throat for saying things like that." 

She turned away and picked up the plaid, Western-style shirt from the 
dinette table. Unabashed, she let the blanket fall to the floor and put on 
the shirt, snapping the fasteners up the front, between her sloping breasts, 
to the throat. She rolled the sleeves to the elbows. 

"Get yourself a cold beer," Clemson muttered, again apparently calm. "I know 
you can use it 'cause I woke up with my head buzzing and fuzzy and feeling 
about the size of a nail keg from the vodka. 'Course, it could have been the 
workout you gave me, really put a strain on the heart, out fucking like that 
twice. You know, Jody, I think you're the first woman to screw me into two 
close-together jizzings in a long, long time. Even my pecker head's 
super-tender this morning. And when I pissed behind a bush, it burned like I 
still had it calking your hot cunny." 

She opened two cold beers from the refrigerator, handed him one and mused 
over her lack of resentment toward his talk. It was better to be alive-even 
though carnally abused--than be beaten or dead. I'll get even sometime, some 
way, she frowned, letting the delicious cold beer run down her throat in a 
steady flow. "Thirsty-I was," she murmured, not meeting his appraising gaze. 

"Wonder who the hell's camped up there?" Clemson grumbled. "Can't be 
hunters, not in season. Could be fishermen, I guess." 

Boldly, Jody suggested, "Why don't you wander up and see?" 

"Fuck, no!", Clemson snarled. "I don't want no truck with anyone. I don't 
want nobody around us. NOBODY." 

Jody retreated mentally as she recognized a wildness in his tone and the 
trembling of his lanky body. "Okay, okay. Let's forget it." 

"You're goddamned right, let's forget it," Clemson yelled, barely keeping 
the volume of his voice down. 

Jody stared at her bare feet and her legs, bare below the shirttail that 
struck her at mid-thigh. "Clemson, I want to take a shower." 

He nodded, head jerking erratically. "Water's on. Go ahead. Do it fast as 
you can to save water. Hear me? Do it in a quick, fast hurry." 

"Okay," and she back-pedaled to the bathroom. 

Uncertainty sprang up in Jody the minute she emerged from the bathroom. 
There was something ominous about the giant black man who overwhelmed the 
passenger seat with his bulk. And there was something about Clemson, a 
subdued quality, that fed her anxiety. "Get on to the back," Clemson said 
tersely. 

Without a word, hands fluttering as if to push the hem of the shirt farther 
down to conceal her bare legs, she turned to obey, but the grinning black 
man raised the coffee mug and seemed to aim it at her. 

"Naw, don't do that, pretty little white stuff," he said softly, yet his 
voice had a deep resonant rumble to it. "Just come on up here with us and 
have some coffee and booze and let's all get acquainted." 

"Go on back, Jody," Clemson ordered, but his tone lacked conviction. She 
stared at him, looking for reassurance and protection, but, for the first 
time since she had known him, she saw fear close to panic in his pale eyes. 

"She ain't your wife, is she, Mr. Clemson?" the black said in a way that it 
was more statement than question. "And she ain't your daughter. I watched 
while you were fishin' yest' evenin' and no father would let his daughter 
traipse around nude like that. So, I figure she's ..." his voice turned to a 
melodious chuckle. "Get yourself a cup and fill it half with coffee and top 
it with booze from the bottle by the sink." 

Nervously, bewildered, Jody protested, "I don't want any liquor." 

"I say you do," the black waggled a finger at her. And his gleaming dark 
eyes in great pools of white seemed to mesmerize her. With an accusing 
glance at Clemson, she took a cup from the cupboard and complied with the 
black man's admonishment. 

"Whitest white meat I ever saw," the black said as she stood uncomfortably, 
sipping the coffee and whiskey against her will. She was resentful and 
chilled by his covetous eyes that ogled her legs, drifted up over her crotch 
and zig-zagged from breast to breast, his eyes making her feel naked and 
vulnerable. Clemson slumped in the driver's scat, slurping from his cup. 

"You trained her to go down and blow you yet?" the black gloated. And Jody 
could see he had Clemson cowed. 

"Get out of here and leave us be," Clemson blurted, a whine in his voice. 
And Jody became more aware of his fright. He protested, but it reminded her 
of a cowardly tomcat who spat and hissed at a tormenting dog from a high, 
safe perch in a tree. 

And becoming acutely aware of Clemson's lack of bravery, her own feelings of 
desolation, abandonment and danger became alarmingly dreary. She cowered 
away when the giant black man heaved to his feet and slashed a huge hand 
across Clemson's white face. "Shut your fuckin', honky mouth!" 

Wide-eyed, terror-stricken, Jody watched blood spurt from Clemson's nose and 
smashed lips. He gurgled and wiped the blood on a bare, hairy forearm. The 
black man slammed the side of his fist down atop Clemson's head and Clemson 
began wheedling "Don't hit me no more. Please, don't beat on me?" 

The Negro laughed and slapped Clemson beside the ear with a crunching 
back-hand. "You don't deserve such a fine, white split-tail, you bastard, 
Clemson." 

Judy stared with dismay at the sobbing Clemson who had curled his arms about 
his battered head and face. Disgust and hatred for his weakness was like a 
lump of ice in her belly. 

She backed against the sink as the towering black man turned to face her, 
his eyes glittering and Hashing as he appraised her trembling body. 

"Had me a hot heifer the other day," the black man sucked his white teeth, 
"and never dreamed when I made her bawl I would have the good fortune to 
have me a pretty, white, two-legged calf today." 

Jody gasped, unable to stop staring at the black as he shed his jeans. The 
slowness of his fingers seemed to mock her as he finished undressing. It was 
like an eerie, bad dream, she thought wildly, staring with disbelief at his 
massive organ. She swallowed hard, nearly choked, as the Negro lifted it in 
one hand and waggled it around to guarantee her attention. She stifled a 
shriek. Her eyes narrowed as she gawked at it, involuntarily calculating 
whether she could take all of his cock. 

The slot in the tip of his pole seeped a stick, clear string as he stepped 
toward her, his wobbling prick seeming to beckon her. Then his hand shot out 
and he grabbed her left arm. The other hooked in the throat of the shirt and 
he jerked. The snaps separated in a full protest and she was naked before 
him, titties jutting, quivering with her frightened breathing. 

She was numb, unresisting as he stripped the garment down her arms. When his 
gazed eyes fastened on her breasts, she flung her right forearm across them. 
When his eyes danced to her flax-adorned mound, she laid a hand over it. 

The black man laughed with excited glee. "What saucy, jutty boobies," he 
chuckled. He hunched his hips and the wet knob of his monstrous cock slopped 
against her navel. Impulsively, she tried to retreat, her buttocks slamming 
painfully against the sink cabinet. She thought she could feel the intense 
heat radiating from his immense erection and passion-bloated scrotum. 

He yanked her forward, so hard her head snapped back. "Clemson! Help me," 
she whimpered. But he was blubbering into his forearms crossed over his 
battered face. 

"That fuckin', chicken-shit honkey ain't gonna do a thing for you, white 
snatch," the Negro informed her. "I'll beat his head off or kill him and 
bury him in an old mine shaft." 

He pulled her slender body against him. The top of her head barely reached 
the bottoms of his thick, male breasts. Jody tried to recoil from him, a 
sick feeling in her guts as his slimy cock slithered all over her quivering 
body. The massive head reached to the under planes of her breasts. 

Jody flailed at him with her tiny fists, but he merely laughed, the roar of 
his voice filling the Winnebago and drowning Clemson's wailing sobs. He 
seized her wrists and bent her arms behind her, up between her shoulders. He 
forced her head down and she could smell the musky pungent odor of his long, 
thick prick. 

" 'Member I mentioned screwin' that heifer, white stuff? Now, she really 
bellered with pleasure. I bet you'd like it just as good, getting it shoved 
up your twat from behind," the black said ruthlessly. 

"Heeeeelp me, "Clemmmmmson," Jody shrieked. 

Under his strength her body was like jelly. "Now, get yourself bent down 
here--like a feisty hot heifer," the black said. "Put your head on the 
floor. Stand stiff-legged and brace yourself," he ordered. 

She began sobbing uncontrollably, spreading her hands wide, palms on the 
floor. Nerves tweaked the lengths of her legs, bringing curls to her toes 
and sparking deep in her loins. The muscles seemed stretched like three sets 
of strenuous tennis. The moment was charged with urgency, Jody gave no 
thought to the humiliating debasement of her posture--with the huge, strange 
black man standing over her. He straddled her doubled-over body and she 
could feel the hot weight of his mammoth genitals at the hip line, his palms 
caressing the satiny texture of her taut ass cheeks. 

Agilely, he stepped around her. She, panting with terror, stared up between 
her spread legs as he addressed himself to her obscenely projected butt. 
From her low-level viewpoint, his balls and outward-sloping prick seemed 
even larger and more grotesque. 

"My God, no! Too, too, too big," she wailed. His hands roving over her 
upturned bottom end provoked strange tensions in her belly. 

"Yeah, white gal, pretty big--'specially for such a small white ass. You got 
the prettiest little canyon between your fanny hills. And such a rosy pink 
little butt hole, Honey." 

Jody moaned from the persistent coursing of his black hands with light palms 
through the exposed crease between the meaty loaves of her rear. She 
wondered how long he would keep her in terrible suspense before he gored her 
with that monstrously black tusk of lascivious meat. 

Despite increasing mental anguish, Jody couldn't close her eyes and stop 
staring at the long male trunk that bent out from the black's bloated 
scrotum. "Aagggghhh, no," she whined as he let the drippy knob swab at the 
upper start of her ass grin. 

She groaned as the big black seized her flared hips with both hands and 
waggled his massive prick into her anal crack, over the tingling thick lips 
that shielded her slick, pink gash. She screamed apprehensively as he split 
her half-moons with his hands, fingers opening her vulva and plowing his 
phallus, like a fire-charred log into her pain-wracked body. 

Slowly, a molten sensation boiled up in her O'ed vulva and the entry to her 
pinched vagina. With his mammoth piston just inside her cunt, he spread her 
ass cheeks with his thumbs and forced both of them far into her rectum. 

"Jesus, no. Jesus, no," she whimpered, only numbly, faintly aware a black 
man was leisurely working his huge, black prick into her pale, white body. 
The agonizing sensation of her asshole being ripped wide open by his long 
thumbs ebbed. 

But, just as a relief pain stole through her body, the man chuckled, tone 
wicked, "Brace yourself, Baby." He bucked his heavy hips forward and Jody 
screamed as he exploded his immense harpoon into her vagina. 
"Aaaaaiiiieeeee," she wailed, her toes kinking as he slowly crammed inch 
after inch of his black, rigid snake into her twat. Her entire body wretched 
as he drilled and reamed his degrading black cock into her tortured cunt, 
deeper and deeper. 

Jody screamed intermittently as he gained penetration, inch by inch. Later, 
she couldn't count minutes, he had the greater portion of his obscene, black 
shaft buried in her frantic pussy. He stopped, letting it soak and she 
gained a measure of blessed relief. Weak with embarrassment and humiliation, 
her feet drifted farther apart and he bounced and rotated her ass, as if he 
would force even more of his plundering post into her throbbing cunt. 

"I'm gonna fuck you in the butt hole, too, white cunt," the black gloated, 
hunching cock to her slowly. She felt on the edge of darkness, about to 
faint as he saw his ruthless, lustful bone into her. But her vision again 
cleared and she peered upward at his grotesque balls swinging far up between 
her trembling thighs to slap against her contorted belly. 

She whined and whimpered incoherently. Mercifully, her juices began flowing, 
greasing the way for his grinding black cock. She could see a part of her 
stretched snatch, golden hair soggy, drippy and matted and sticky moisture 
trickling down the inner surfaces of her thighs. She tensed as the huffing 
black man hauled back, lifted her off her feet and slammed his pussy-bomb 
into her channel so hard, his balls splatted against her sex-glutted belly. 

She began weeping with helpless fury. "I think you tore into my guts," Jody 
howled. 

"I'm tryin', white snatch," the Negro laughed, never missing a stroke as he 
pounded the meat into her aching pussy. "After I fuck out your cunny and 
ream out your asshole, you can taste it. You can get down on your knees, 
give me a slow blow-job and suck my nigger cum." 

A madness began boiling in her brain and she tangled fingers in her hair, 
begging plaintively, "Oooohhh, noooo." Each time he hauled far out of her 
tormented body and slammed back in, she screamed, "Aaaaaarrrrggggghhhhh!" 

As he continued drumming and cramming his massive male sex organ into her 
cunt, he bent low over her back and reached under her to fondle her plush 
melons that bobbed against her face. Jody sighed with exhaustion and her 
knees spread slowly and wobbled as her trim, tapering thighs parted. The 
sudden slosh, slosh of meat sopping into meat was loud in her ringing ears. 
"Ever hada slicked nigger's dick in your cunny?" 

She thought that it was incredible--but there was a faint, wanton churning 
around the pistoning barrel of his prick and a timid resistance to his 
drawing it out of her cove, as there had been when he skewered it into her. 

He chortled merrily as he extracted his prick slowly and she moaned with an 
alien anxiety. Then, she gasped, almost inaudibly as he sloped his huge rod 
back into her twinging hole. "So awfully hot and so big it's stretching me," 
she panted, glancing at his bent knees inside her thighs, keeping them 
apart. 

"It doesn't hurt, now, does it?" he smirked, squeezing her hot, firm tits, 
tweaking the tumescent tips. 

As if her mind was anesthetized, she contemplated the question, little 
wrinkles forming in her brow, catching perspiration. She gawked upward, 
watching him slowly hunch his hips and slide his prick into her until his 
bag of balls sagged ludicrously from her own crotch. 

"You really have a hot, tight, juicy funnel, Jody," he said, obviously 
enjoying her degradation. 

Her senses seemed to focus on the reality of the situation and she tensed 
with contempt and helplessness. But, the reflexiveness set her sphincters 
squeezing timidly around his slowly pistoning prick. 

"You're doing really good," the Negro praised, his hands gliding to her 
waist, fingers under her, kneading her flanks, steadying her grossly 
violated body. She gulped with futility as he began rocking her ass faster 
and faster, her body taking his immense, pulsating phallus all the way in a 
hot, flushed slosh-slosh sound. Her entire pelvic region was shaking and her 
hips were working rhythmically to meet and match his inward plowings. 

"You are fucking just great," he murmured, voice deep and satisfied. 

"Ooooohhh," Jody whimpered as the huge knob of his vast cock bounced into 
the farthest wall of her pussy. "Muuyyyyy God," she wailed, stammering. 

"Go, Babe, go," he howled, fucking the meat to her fast and furious. 

Unbelievably, her body began vibrating and she squirmed wildly. 
"Eeeeeeiiiii! Aaaaaagggghhhhh! Gooooolllllllly!" she screamed raggedly, 
hurled into a tumultuous orgasm. He slammed the prick into her and shot her 
seething, pulsating pussy full of thick, scalding jizz. "Go, Babe, go," he 
panted, his balls bouncing high in the scrotum, against her labia, as he 
pumped his cum into her spasming snatch. 

"The best is yet to come," the black man shouted, suddenly hauling his cock 
from her cunt and spearing it into her unsuspecting rectum. Her screams were 
shrill, bordering on insanity. 

She couldn't believe it was happening to her, but there she was, bent double 
and being cornholed. She could hear the sickening, soggy sounds of her 
bowels absorbing the Negro's obscene prick. 

"Keep fuckin' your hot little asshole on my cock," the black yelled. "When I 
start spraying cock juice, I just keep going. I'm gonna hose yer butt, fuck 
you crazy, piss in yer ass. Then--later--you can go down on me and eat my 
cock." 

CHAPTER NINE Slowly, Jody became aware of an eerie, bizarre sensation of 
existing outside her body, looking down at her naked body as she sat 
spraddle-legged on the floor of the motor home. Her rectum burned with such 
intensity she felt like crying, but she had no more tears. She let her head 
slump forward and watched the black man's thick semen drain from her and 
from a sticky pool in blobby drips below her aching, throbbing vulva. 

Numbly, she took the cup he handed her and forced the fiery liquor down her 
throat. It seemed her brain had shut off conscious awareness and there was 
no revulsion in her any more, just a feeling of being enslaved to whatever 
he wanted to do to her. 

There was an exhaustion in her. Her limbs felt heavy and languid. She 
drained the cup of whiskey and lazily handed it back to the huge Negro who 
sat before her on the end of the small dinette seat. 

"Scoot over here," he coaxed her. She glanced up at him vacantly and moved, 
her bottom blotting up the pool of his cum. She let him tug her into the 
broad space between his legs and she stared with blurred vision at his 
lolling balls and immense penis that was still fully erect. 

"No more," she pleaded dully as he lifted her arms, curled her limp fingers 
around the heavy barrel of his hot, still wet penis. Intuitively, her 
fingers tightened on the massive shaft and she peered with dazed fascination 
at the huge plum on the end. 

He guided her hands to jacking him off slowly, chuckling softly, with 
satisfaction. "That's the girl," he murmured as he hands hauled the thick, 
taut foreskin down from the glans, toward the base of his tremendous trunk. 
The stirrings of disgust passed quickly and the question wasn't "if" but 
when he would compel her to suck his incredibly black, grotesque sexual 
prod. "Get with it, Cunt," he purred, voice deep with a tone of menace. 

Jody inhaled, breathing flowing with a harsh rasp. "No. Please? No? Don't 
make me do that?" 

"You shittin' me? Hell, yes, I'm gonna have it that way. I promised you--and 
I keep my promises. I said you were gonna go down on me and give me a 
blow-job. I love the sight of a pretty white girl's mouth stretched out of 
shape around my black cock." 

Jody shook her head slowly in helpless -desperation. Why, she wondered 
numbly, doesn't Clemson do something to help me. Quickly, he grabbed her 
hair, even as she was pleading, and rubbed her nose and cheek against the 
fat head of his dong. 

She howled unintelligibly and it seemed he was tearing away her scalp. No 
escape, her mind cried. Unbidden, she licked tentatively at his greasy, 
pungent knob. His grip on her hair eased and she responded accordingly, 
licked the rich glans and fastened her mouth around the sticky, slick knob, 
teeth closing carefully behind the corona. Intuitively, she used both hands 
to flog the thick skin down to the hair-matted base, then up against her 
vacuuming lips. 

Her eyes flickered briefly to his intense face, inviting his approval and 
leniency. He nodded quickly. And she sucked hard on his cock, instinctively 
mouth-fucked him erratically. 

He moaned softly and the pressure on her hair and scalp increased. "You can 
take a lot more than that," the black man jeered. His other hand, behind her 
head, forced her face down on his flesh stump, almost choking her. He forced 
her forward so that her neck straightened as his cock was slowly forced into 
her throat. Her hands slipped from his pulsating shaft to cup his big, hairy 
balls. Although her mouth was crammed full of his ebony prick, her throat 
seemed to expand to accommodate the vast girth of his rigid member. Her 
tongue wallowed around his meat as she sucked on the invading, blood-ridged 
prick. "Make me shoot by mouth-fucking me and gobble my goop," he grunted, a 
demanding, remorseless tone to his voice. 

From the compelling hand behind her head, she began to ride her mouth up and 
down on his twitching cock. "Go at it, Babe. Swallow all my cock. Mouth fuck 
it fast and in a minute, I'm really gonna throw a cunt-buster flood of jizz 
into your gullet. 

This all has to be some kind of nightmare, she mused, a hollowness in her 
mind. But she obeyed him and rapidly slipped her mouth up and down on his 
prick, her hands playing with his heavy gonads. Her tongue slurped the 
pulsating cock-head on the back stroke and she tickled her fingers against 
his hairy asshole as she dived her face back down on his spear, devouring 
his prick in her throat. 

"You suck cock good," the Negro chortled. 

Insanely, Jody heard herself mewling like a whipped animal. "Go, Babe, go!" 
howled the black man and his hips began bucking, driving his monstrous cock 
into her mouth until her forehead was being thumped against his groin bone. 
"Take all my prick in your cock-sucking mouth," he yelled and she swallowed 
mightily as he unleashed a flood of musky cum into her throat. She fought 
off the impulse to nausea and concentrated on gulping down his jizz to keep 
from choking and gagging. 

Suddenly, as his ejaculation had ebbed to a trickle, he kicked her away 
violently and lunged toward the driver's seat. She looked up, stunned, as 
the giant black slammed his fist into Clemson's face. Clemson dropped the 
small pistol and the black man kept beating his head, dragged him up and 
hammered a fist into the smaller man's ribs and solar plexus. 

"You treacherous son of a bitch," the Negro growled, kicking the small gun 
to the left of the driver's seat. He turned, eyes blazing, and picked up his 
clothes. Glancing from the unconscious Clemson to the terrified Jody, he 
dressed quickly, raised a finger in a phallic symbol at them both and bolted 
jauntily from the bus. 

Jody had no idea how long she had sat at the dinette, stunned and 
despondent. Idly, she wondered whether Clemson was dead. But she could see 
the slight moving of his shoulders as he breathed. With just a shadow of 
resentment, she saw the black man, on a horse, eight or ten head of cattle 
before him, head back the way they had come. 

Several minutes after he had disappeared, oblivious to her nakedness, she 
heaved wearily to her feet and timidly approached Clemson. She had wanted 
him dead, but some sense of logic told her that she needed him now, to get 
out of there. There was a compelling urge to throw up as she peered down at 
him. His right ear was black and his face was scaly with dried blood. There 
was a knot on his left jaw side the size of a golf ball. He had bled all 
over the seat and there was a sticky pool of it on the floor behind the 
driver's seat. 

Fearfully, she touched his left shoulder. "Clemson?" She patted his shoulder 
urgently. "Clemson. He's gone now. Why didn't you help me?" 

He groaned weakly, stirred and would have fallen from the seat, if she 
hadn't steadied him. "I'll help you back to your bunk," she said. "Want me 
to help you back to lie down?" 

He didn't look up, but nodded slightly. She took his left arm and struggled 
with him to get out of the seat. She tugged and pulled at him as he crawled 
and groveled to the rear. She nearly fell as he heaved himself through the 
curtain and onto a bunk. 

"Want some coffee? A strong drink? Anything?" she asked helplessly. She slid 
the curtains open and stared at the injured man. His mouth, with torn, 
battered, swollen lips, worked, but no words came. 

Feeling sick, she floundered to the sink. She found an aluminum kettle and 
filled it with cold water. She brought a wash cloth from the bathroom and 
returned to Clemson. He groaned as she gingerly began bathing away the blood 
from his face and ear. 

"Best I can clean you up now," she said. And she went to the refrigerator 
for ice. She wrapped ice cubes in a dish towel and awkwardly shaped it 
around his head. She saw recognition come slowly to him and his eyes blazed 
through the clumsy ice poultice. 

"You didn't do a damned, fuckin' thing to help me," he grumbled, almost 
lacking coherency. 

"Me?" she yelled shrilly, with a sudden release of anger and humiliation. 
"You! You didn't do anything to help me. You just sat there and let that big 
son of a bitch rape me and force me to do that sickening animal thing to him 
with my mouth," she screamed. "I could kill you." 

"You enjoyed sucking his filthy black cock," Clemson snarled at her, his 
mouth working and starting a new trickle of blood from his mashed teeth. 

"Ididnot!" Jody railed, voice an insane scream. 

Sick with contempt for him--and herself--she backed away from his hideous 
haranguing accusations. With the deepest despondency she had ever felt, she 
shuffled forward and stood staring at the place where the giant black man 
had debauched her. 

Morosely, she wondered how all outdoors could be so gloriously beautiful and 
she could feel so old and ugly. 

Renewed loathing for Clemson was awakened in her as he cursed her again, 
loudly and obscenely. She half-turned to retort, then shrugged with 
indifference. She opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of chilled 
water, and saw his blood on her arms for the first time. She drank deeply, 
greedily, replaced the bottle and silently closed the door. Then she peered 
down at herself and saw smears of his blood on her breasts and her belly 
where she touched herself with the wash cloth as she tried to clean him. 

"Shut your cowardly mouth," she shrieked at Clemson as she turned, picked up 
the shirt and wearily left the motor home. As she knelt at water's edge 
there remained a tortured burning in her, of having her pussy and butt hole 
raped. And she gagged impulsively on "recalling that she had had that 
monstrous black cock crammed into her mouth and down her throat. She had 
sucked on it, curled her tongue around the prodigiously ugly, huge head and 
had gulped down the thick, copious flow of his jizz. 

Why, she wondered dismally, had the spirit to survive, to deter physical 
brutality exerted itself during her degradation and all she wanted to do now 
was die? 

She dropped the shirt and carefully picked her way out into the cool water. 
She waded slowly, feet picking the way, until she was waist-deep. She turned 
to face upstream and shivered with ecstasy as the slow current hugged around 
her legs and through her crotch and past her belly. It was so soothing and 
cool in the crack of her ass and she dipped her hands into the water, to 
spread the outer and inner petals of her furrow to let them cool and wash 
clean. 

"Ooooooo," she sighed and squatted in the water to her chin. She reveled in 
the sweet deliciousness of the cool river washing her. She splashed water 
into her face and slowly sat to duck beneath the surface. Then she surfaced 
and shook the water from her stringy blonde hair and tried to comb out the 
strands with her fingers. 

She stood and rubbed away all traces of Clemson's blood from her tingling 
breast cones and her belly, then jack-in-the-boxed her body in the water to 
rinse herself. She contemplated swimming across the river and starting to 
plod to the north. But she had no shoes and no clothes but Clemson's shirt. 
And she had no idea how far it was to help. 

After a time, she left the water, picked up the shirt and minced upstream to 
a large, flat rock where she stretched out in the brilliant sunshine. Later, 
with the sun at two-o'clock high, she crept to the bus and sneaked out two 
bottles of beer. 

Clemson either heard her or was dreaming. He yelled out that he was going to 
get even with her for not helping when the "nigger attacked me and all the 
time I was getting set to shoot him for fuckin' you." And he ranted 
something about how he wasn't going to get paid for waylaying her and he had 
good and plenty reason to kill her. "You rotten little fuck- cock-suckin' 
slut." 

Jody thought of finding the pistol and peered around the driver's seat for 
it, but it was gone and she thought drearily that Clemson must have roused 
and retrieved it. 

As she stared at the water, she dourly contemplated hurling herself into it 
and letting it carry her away--to death? Her mind plodded as she sought some 
kind of reason and logic. What had she expected? Had she, unconsciously, 
anticipated Clemson would regard her differently after she had helped him, 
cleaned his wounds--an indication that she needed him and was expressing it 
in a human way? Had she, tenuously in such a short time, expected a bond of 
mutual respect and cooperation and--even fragile friendship? 

She took the remaining bottle of beer to the shade of an aspen tree, driven 
from the rock by the hot sun. Gloomily, she could see none of this, not from 
the way Clemson now regarded her. Jody turned onto her back and peered at 
fragments of the sky, so pale it reminded her of the color of Clemson's 
eyes. So she deliberately unfocused her eyes and caught the bottle neck in 
her mouth and corked it with her tongue, letting just enough flow that she 
could swallow it easily. Suddenly, she gagged--the neck of the bottle in her 
mouth reminded her of sucking the Negro's mammoth cock. 

As she blinked away tears, she again let her thoughts stray to Clemson in 
the Winnebago. Hope sent a shiver of warmth through her. Maybe--Clemson, 
too, had suffered a traumatic experience--his attitude would change when he 
began to heal. 

She sat up, smoothed the skirt over her lap and finished the beer. Then, she 
stood up and returned to the bus and found some soup in a cabinet and fixed 
a meal she figured Clemson could consume. 

CHAPTER TEN The second day after her demeaning experience with the black, 
Clemson pushed his hand through the curtain drawn across his bunk and handed 
her a key. "This is to the storage locker, left rear. Get another case of 
beer for the refrigerator." 

She hesitated a few minutes, bewildered by his almost fanatical seclusion. 
"You know, Clemson," she said softly, "you would heal just as fast if you 
got out of that bed and did something." 

She retreated quickly under his barrage of vituperative tirade, calling her 
vile names and screaming at her. After she had stocked the refrigerator, she 
tried the key in other storage compartment locks, thinking she would rescue 
her clothing. But they were different. 

Sitting at the small dinette, sipping a cold beer, she called to him, 
thinking she might taunt him out of his hermitage, "You're a nut and a 
coward, Clemson." 

But he snarled and cursed so she left the bus to plod up the road, a little 
ways up the side of the closest mountain and along the river. 

That evening, when she handed him a plate of food through the curtain, she 
said, patronizingly, though she tried to keep it from her voice, "You know, 
Clemson, we really should get out of here, don't you think?" 

He didn't reply, but when she took his empty plate, he said, "In the 
morning, I'll give you the ignition key and you can crank up the engine to 
recharge the batteries--or else we won't have any lights or refrigeration." 

"I don't know the first thing about it," she protested. "Why don't you creep 
out of your hole and do it?" 

"Damn you," he snarled. "There's a manual in the compartment to the right of 
the steering wheel. It tells you how. I guess you can read." 

Late that afternoon, when she was certain he was asleep, she took two 
bottles of cold beer from the refrigerator and strolled up the river to a 
small grove of willows she had found. She shed the shirt and swam and 
splashed in a deep, quiet pool that eddied behind a massive rock. Then she 
would lie naked on the cool grass and sip the beer. 

She tried not to dwell on her over-all situation or brood about the ruthless 
attack by the Negro. Although the memory sickened her, she quietly, 
objectively realized that the horror of it, the trauma would pass, in time. 

Liquor, too had a benefit, dulling her mind so she could sleep. But, she 
acknowledged, she had to be wary of it. It also deepened her depression and 
enhanced the idea of self-destruction. And she contemplated the prolonged 
effect of inactivity and boredom. 

About dark, she returned to the motor home and fixed supper. "We're about 
out of food," she told Clemson, thinking that might stir him to leave the 
area. But he merely handed her another key and told her where it fit a food 
locker containing staples, including canned meats. 

"You know, if I could get the engine started, it would charge the batteries 
this evening and maybe the radio would play?" 

She waited hopefully, listening to his fretful tossing and muttering. Then 
his hand thrust peevishly through the curtain and she took the key. "Maybe 
we can pick up a radio skip," he mumbled. 

Her heart thumped with nervousness and excitement as she scampered forward 
to the driver's seat. She opened the small compartment and her heart 
hammered. There was the small pistol with which Clemson had threatened the 
Negro--ineffectively. He had retrieved it and put it in there. For a moment, 
she considered taking it and hiding it in her sleeping area, but abandoned 
the idea, thinking it was enough for now to just know where it was. She 
found about a dozen roadmaps and the driver's manual. 

For a second, her heart lurched with fear the batteries were too low. But 
the engine turned over laboriously, then caught with a rumble of leashed 
power. 

As she added tap water to the whiskey in his glass, she contemplated getting 
the gun and shooting him right through the curtain. She paused. Yes, she 
could do that. It wouldn't be difficult, killing him, if she didn't have to 
see his face as he died. 

Still undecided, she stood outside his curtained bed after he had taken the 
drink. Maybe, after the misery he had perpetrated for her, she wanted to 
watch his face when he went out. 

She returned to the driver's seat, slumped into it dolefully. You're not a 
real man, Clemson, she thought. You can push a girl around, all right. But 
you're a blustering, bawling coward when you're face to face with a really 
tough guy. "Like that nigger," she added, bitterly, aloud. 

"What's that? What about that black bastard? So, you liked what he gave you, 
huh? Really went -for that long, black, thick pipe rammed up your cunt and 
in your asshole. Yeah, I thought your face and eyes looked like you dug his 
fucking you and cornholing you. And the way you gobbled his fat, hard, slimy 
joint. You really liked his cornholing and fucking and sucking his cock!" 

She turned angrily in the seat. "Ooooohhhh, shut your filthy mouth, 
Clemson," she screamed at him, sobs of frustration choking her. 

Her hand went to the compartment with the gun, but she didn't open it. 
Instead, she refilled her glass and stalked to her sleeping area. "You can 
shut off the damned engine yourself." 

Two days later, Jody was mildly surprised--and a little excited--when she 
awoke and found the curtains drawn back from Clemson's bunk. She used the 
bathroom, washed her face and hands. He wasn't in the bus. A sense of 
elation sent the blood coursing through her veins. Maybe they would leave 
this desolate area today! 

With a sense of elation, she took two bottles of cold beer from the 
refrigerator. And went to look for him. She spotted him a ways up the side 
of the mountain, just sitting there. She picked her way up to him and handed 
him a bottle. 

Puzzled, she stared at him as he sat on the ground, feet dangling into a 
hole about four feet deep. She moved past him, to the other side of the 
hole, brushed a place on the ground and sat opposite him. "What are you 
doing, Clemson?" she murmured. 

His eyes seemed to blaze across the hole at her. 

There was still a puffiness around his mouth, a scab under his left eye and 
the ear was still discolored and scabbed. "I told you you would pay for what 
you did--enjoying that nigger slamming the cock to your cunt and butt and 
mouth and not helping me." 

Jody felt herself wilting under his maniacal gaze. She fought against tears 
and crying. "What is this--hole--for?" she gasped fearfully, her gaze taking 
in its shape. And she thought desperately about the gun, wondering whether 
he had moved it. But she knew she couldn't outrace him to the Winnebago. 

"You--aregoingtokill me." 

His laughter was shrill, erratic, insane, she thought. 

"I can't continue to haul you around forever. And I know I won't ever get 
the rest of my money. So, it's just going to be a case of the little tennis 
star who went on vacation and just disappeared," he shrugged, puffy lips 
sneering. 

"You're mad," Jody panted. Quickly, hopefully, she posed, "Suppose you don't 
kill me? Let's go to Spokane and I'll get all my money from the banks--and 
give it to you. Or, I'll even go along with you." 

Desperately, she watched him sift coarse earth through his fingers. "I don't 
think you can get the money all by yourself," he said thoughtfully. "You 
said yourself that it's tied up in special accounts and trusts and stuff." 

Reading his indecision as he hesitated, Jody pressed forward, praying it 
wasn't too much, "I can get it, Clemson. I know I can. It will just take a 
little time. We can go to Spokane and I can go to the banks--you can go with 
me and I'll say you're a friend of Uncle Fletcher's and we are going to 
advance you some money for a new business--or something. We can figure out a 
story on the way." 

She didn't know what to do with her hands, where to look as he gazed across 
the trench at her. "Bullshit," he finally snorted. "I don't buy it." 

It was in his pale, flashing eyes, a clarity of determination to kill her 
just as much as if he had spoken. "You don't have to kill me," Jody said 
softly, exhaustion from futility deadening her senses, weighting her arms 
and legs. "That won't gain you anything. And I promise--if you take me to 
some city, give me my clothes and luggage and stuff--I'll get some money to 
you somewhere, sometime." 

His laughter was a frightening, ghastly, contemptible grating in her ears. 
"With a wagon load of cops right behind. With you alive, I'm dead. With you 
dead, I live awhile longer." 

"Oh, Clemson," Jody managed, unable to prevent a tone of whimpering from 
emerging. "I don't want to die." And she knew that it was true. 

"We could have some fun together," she began feebly, a chill in her as she 
said it, knowing what was fun to him. Booze and deviate sexual orgies. "We 
could, Clemson. I know that we could?" 

With a feeling of final defeat, she shrunk within herself. His pale eyes 
still glittered. "I'm sorry I didn't help you or myself when that big black 
man came in." 

"Give me my shirt," Clemson grated. "Right now. I want my shirt." 

She hated the pleading she knew was in her eyes. "Come on, Clemson? Please?" 

"GIVE-ME-THE fuckin' shirt!" 

Glumly, she ripped the snaps apart, tore it from her and flung it across the 
hole at him. She didn't bother shielding her breasts or her crotch from his 
lecherous gaze. "You are a hopeless, pitiful bastard," she spat at him. "I 
helped you all I could. I helped you to your bunk. I cleaned your wounds and 
fixed you an ice pack with what I had to do with. I fixed you meals and 
trotted drinks to you. And what have you done for me? 

"You kidnapped me, raped me and you've beaten and abused me," she sobbed, 
out of breath and out of words. 

His movement caused her to look up and cringe. He seized the short-handled 
shovel, scooped up dirt and hurled it at her. "Aaaaahhhh, God, Clemson," 
Jody squalled, spitting dirt from her teeth and blowing her nose in her 
hand. She glared at him scathingly as she brushed dirt from her sweaty 
breasts and body. 

"You hotsy-totsy little slut-bitch," Clemson sputtered. "You needn't be so 
damned concerned about that little bit of dirt. In a little while, I'm gonna 
fling you down on your back in this here trench and--see that big rock 
behind you?--weight you down and take my time shovelin' dirt in on top of 
you. First, just your feet and fancy legs. And I'll cover up those nifty 
bobbie jugs. And I'll keep fillin' in the hole till just your nose sticks 
out. Then, I'll fill in the hole and you'll have your mouth full of dirt, 
eatin' it. And it'll fill your nose 'til you can't breathe. And then I'll 
finish the job and get in the 'Bago and take off to maybe Canada or Mexico. 
But you'll be stayin' right here and nobody'll ever know where fancy-assed 
Jody Freeman is." 

She couldn't help it, but she sobbed convulsively. Death was just a few feet 
and minutes away, if she was to believe the viciousness she saw in his eyes 
and the set of his bruised mouth. 

"God, no, Clemson," she wept. "I'll do anything you ask, anything you want. 
Don't kill me?" She looked down at herself. Her tears washed down her face, 
through the dirt, and muddy droplets spattered on her breasts. 

He was silent for a long time, but she didn't dare look at him. Finally, he 
laughed crudely. "You know, I kind of believe you. Yessir, I think you like 
the idea. I think that big buck nigger--in such a quick time--taught you to 
really like cock. Suckin' cock! Is that true?" 

She couldn't meet his eyes, perceiving the lights of lust that blazed in 
them. There was a nausea in her guts and a gagging sensation in her throat. 
She nodded slowly. "It's a real fascinating thing," she lied, yet she kept 
her voice firm and intense. 

"You like goin' down, on a guy and giving his hard cock a blow-job, huh?" 
Clemson muttered. His tone was incredulous, but Jody recognized rescue, at 
least momentarily. 

"It's kind of strange to me," she said. "But I've thought about it a lot 
since--he made me do it to his--cock." That was all true. She had thought 
about it, but not with satisfaction, with disgust. "I think I could try that 
again and maybe-- probably--get to like it." She glanced at him warily. 
"Giving a blow-job." His eyes kindled a different kind of fire. "Not just 
any guy's prick," she said hastily. "Just yours, Clemson. Just suck your 
cock." 

CHAPTER ELEVEN Jody knew she had him swayed toward abandoning her burial 
alive, but there was no satisfaction it. She acknowledged the age-old, 
animal instinct of survival. Idly, fleetingly, she wondered how many 
people--women and men-down through history, had debased themselves, or 
allowed themselves to be degraded to keep on living. 

She wouldn't let herself think about how many had been unable to rationalize 
surrender to carnal appetites and had gone insane--or committed suicide. 

Clemson moved slightly across the hole from her and she glanced at him 
quickly. His eyes had narrowed as he stared at her nudity, posture of abject 
docility. She lowered her gaze and studied the slow tenting in his pants. 

"You want the goodies I got in my yum-yum basket?" Clemson wheezed. She read 
a wavering between his original plan and his desire for her to follow 
through. And she knew she would have to make a move, or she would be tossed 
into the shallow trench and interred alive. 

A quick look at his narrow, bony face prompted her to edge forward, grovel 
into and across the crude grave. Indecisively, she watched him brace his 
feet in the bottom of the hole, his bulging crotch less than a foot from her 
flushed face. She laid trembling hands on his thighs, fanned out her 
fingers, thumbs just inches from the clear, lewd outline of his genitals. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hey, yeah," Clemson breathed heavily. 

Jody reached for the beltless waistband of his pants and freed the button. 
The zipper slipped slightly and she saw black tendrils of his pubic hair. 
"Get a goin'," Clemson encouraged, leaning back and bracing his weight on 
stiffened arms. 

She lifted the zipper tab and the fly of his pants parted with a faint hum 
of metal. She could see the bent crown of his upper penis. She sensed his 
tensing and hesitated a moment before unsnapping the waistband of his boxer 
shorts. Clemson lifted his bony rump from the side of the grave and she 
worked his clothing down to his knees and stared at his peter as it twitched 
and began to lift jerkily as it fattened and lengthened. The glans seemed to 
crawl from the foreskin, reminding her of a turtle extending its head from 
the skin bellows of its neck. 

"By God, I think you have come around," Clemson sighed as she tentatively 
took the length of his rod in her right hand. "I had a feeling you had a 
streak of perversion in you. And you like cock-socked in your throat and up 
your snatch. You had a wild look in your eye when that nigger cornholed you, 
too. I gotta remember to hump my prick up your asshole. I like to ram it up 
a gal's butt and listen to her squall and beg for more cock in her guts." 

Jody was numbly aware of a wilting of spirit and pride as she curled the 
fingers of both hands around his hardening shaft and began jacking him off 
rapidly, feeling his massive hunk of sex-meat achieve full length and girth. 
For a moment, she doubted she would be able to suck his prick because of its 
immense dimensions, but she remembered the size of the black's prodigious 
dong--and she had taken him. 

Clemson's groaning was loud and erratic as she flogged his obscene meat, 
milking sex-lubrication from the snake's eye in the blunt glans. Resigned to 
what she must do and with determination to do it and have it done with, she 
inhaled deeply and plunged her wide open mouth down on his fuck-sensitive 
shaft. 

Intuitively, she knew she had to continue titillating him as she gave him a 
blow-job and satisfied his perverted cravings. She swished her tongue around 
the plum-slick knob of his prick and sucked hard. 

He moved his knees to crush her breasts flat against her ribs. "Go to it, 
cunt-slut," he groaned, "suck my cock 'til I fire a wad of jizz all the way 
into your stomach." 

She moved her hands inside his Veed thighs and coddled his heavy, 
hair-matted balls. "Oooooo," she purred, hating herself, tasting the clear 
honey she vacuumed from his hose. She rolled his stony nuts around with both 
hands and stared, cross-eyed down the blood-veined length of his cock to the 
bristly bush of pubic brush. For a long moment, she watched as she began 
fucking her mouth avidly up and down on his shaft, the thick head bounding 
against her tonsil area and gouging into her throat. 

There was grim satisfaction in the knowledge she had the demented man under 
control. "Lovely cock," Jody cooed, mouth-fucking her captor faster and 
faster. There was a rumble of revulsion in her guts and she yearned to have 
him done. "Come on, Clemson," she blubbered around his swollen, pulsating 
knob. "Cum! Shoot your jizz and we'll have a beer and you can give me a good 
fucking. 

"And--corrrrrnhole me," she added defiantly, hoping to cement her survival 
from a lonely, unmarked grave somewhere, in these desolate mountains. 
Valiantly, she went down, down, down on his impaling cock, feeling she was 
being gored. More and more of his vibrating prick vanished into her face, 
burrowing its way into her gulping gullet. She milked his balls and let her 
tongue rasp the sensitive underside of his grotesque cock. 

She sensed he was rapidly racing toward his enervating ejaculation and she 
mouth-fucked him vigorously. "I think I'm becoming a sex-hungry animal," and 
she growled with a gurgle as she gobbled his cock. 

His howl of pleasure-pain alerted her to his approaching climax and she 
dived her mouth down on his expanding prick to take his gush of jizz far 
down her throat so she wouldn't have to taste it, have it spurting and 
spewing in her mouth. She resolved to keep sucking his prick until he pushed 
her away when her gulping his cock became pleasurably unbearable. She 
squeezed his balls and let him knee her off his dwindling tusk of flesh. 
Then she stood weakly, crawled from the hole and plodded toward the motor 
home. 

She hard him stumbling after he. 

"Get out two beers," he muttered. "And we'll fuck after while and get you 
liking having your asshole fucked and talk about getting out of here." 

Instead of getting out the beer, Jody wordlessly got down two large 
tumblers, filled one a third full of vodka and the other more than half. She 
put in ice and filled the glasses with orange juice. With languid 
disinterest, she handed a glass to Clemson sitting in the driver's seat and 
kept the loaded one for herself. She took a large swallow bravely not 
looking at Clemson. 

"Smart-dumb little bitch," he snorted, "dumping the booze in my drink to get 
me drunk to save your cunt and asshole from getting reamed." 

She glanced at him briefly, unable to keep the look of contempt from her 
lips and eyes. She started to lift her glass again. 

"Swap," Clemson growled. "Let's just trade drinks, Jody. You get snockered, 
not me. I'm sure you'd be just as good as fucking when you're stoned as when 
you're sober. As a matter of fact, I think it would loosen you up and your 
butt hole would be a real juicy, snug fuck." 

She remained at the table and let him come to switch glasses. Covertly, she 
watched him curiously as he glared at her, tasted the drink. His grin 
twisted his lips into a smug curve. "You ain't so fuckin' clever." 

"Hey, Babe," Clemson chanted; standing. Jody cowered into the dining nook, 
thinking that her deductions were all wrong, he was coming to plunder and 
gore her pussy and rectum right now. 

"We agreed," Clemson started sluggishly, blinking his eyes against a fuzzing 
of vision, "that we would do whatever I said you would do. Got that? Don't 
forget I got that shovel and I can dig you another hole!" 

Jody cringed, fear gnawing at her mind and turning her half-sick at her 
stomach. "When did you figure on pulling out of here?" she asked warily, 
timidly that he might flare with resentment over her wanting to leave. 

"Ah, hell, not tonight. Maybe tomorrow sometime," he mused clumsily. 

"Probably a good idea," she agreed softly, watching him spill drink down his 
chin as he lifted the glass drunkenly. And an hour later, she helped him to 
his bunk, swung his feet onto it and took his empty glass. "Gonna take a 
nap?" she asked sympathetically. 

"Yeah. Yeah, guess so," he mumbled. "Wanta take off my pants and get at my 
cock? You can take it out and play with it and suck it. If you can blow-job 
it hard, you can top-ride it and have yourself a good fuck--even if I am 
too, too bombed to cum." 

Jody stepped back, studying him. "No, I don't think so. I'll wait 'til 
you're in the mood and we can do it--you can get it hard and fuck me." And 
she closed the drapes over his bunk. He was already snoring. 

Through the rest of the afternoon, Jody brooded about what she was becoming, 
how relatively easy it had been to crawl across that hole and go down on 
Bert Clemson. She was baffled, her conscience not provoking the condemnation 
and demoralizing agony she had experienced when she was forced, to suck the 
black's cock. 

When the sun had lowered, throwing a blanket of deep shadow into the canyon, 
she quietly left the bus and strolled to the big rock and quiet pool. As she 
submerged her body into the cool water, she wondered how it was that a 
person's mind and body could be spiritually and physically resilient, able 
to blot out tragedy, after a passage of time. Objectively, she reasoned that 
she would be able to put this gloomy segment of her life behind her, if she 
ever got away from Clemson. The course she had to follow, she speculated 
logically, was do whatever she had to in order not to arouse his 
close-to-the-surface violence. 

She would have to accept whatever he compelled her to do. Couldn't she do 
that? In order to thwart being beaten, even killed? Could he do anything 
more horrible to her than she had already absorbed? All he could do, she 
mused, was screw her again and again. And do it in her bowels. But the black 
man had done that and, surelv, Clemson's prick stabbing into her anal 
passage couldn't be any more painful and degrading than having her rear hole 
screwed by a black man. Hadn't his--cock--been thicker and a little longer? 
And if he insisted that she suck his prick again, hadn't she already done 
that? Some would say voluntarily, too, wouldn't they? And it hadn't hurt 
her, physically, plunging her mouth onto his powerful prick. Yes, it had 
sickened her and it would be a long time before she could bury the 
disgusting memory in some dark niche of her mind. But, wasn't that better 
than being dead and buried? Of course. Yes, she agreed wearily, concedingly, 
she could tolerate his assault on her pussy and her butt and her mouth with 
his lustful cock. 

Then she pushed it from her mind, washed and went to bed. 

CHAPTER TWELVE It irritated Jody that sleep was slow in coming, especially 
since it would be one of the few nights she was relatively certain Bert 
Clemson wouldn't molest her. Lying in the opaque, deep violet, velvety dark, 
she was perplexed that her mind kept reviewing her situation. 

Her greatest concern wasn't that she was going to be used and abused time 
and again by the perverted Clemson. What disturbed her most was his remark 
about enjoying voyeurism, watching two women at it. She shivered as she 
imagined some strange woman--a dyke--drooling over her naked body and 
achieving orgiastic pleasure from her. She curled up under the blanket, 
hugged the shirt about her as a chill rippled through her body. 

Her dreams were formless, yet seemed to abound in themes of sexualism. And 
she could not flee, perhaps the unconscious influence of her captivity. And 
Bert Clemson, leering, carnal, lewd, was ever-present. 

Over and over, she watched herself--in sexual contortions and degrading 
endeavors. She seemed to be able to see mammoth phalluses inserted into her 
vagina, feel the awful stretching of the narrow passage. And she was 
horrified as she saw herself grasp cock after cock and lap her lips behind 
the coronal ridges and sucking, sucking, sucking--until white pricks and 
black pricks were penetrating deeper and deeper into her gullet. 

And, most ghastly of ail, she was murmuring obscene words as massive cocks 
were pummeled deep into her cunt and were being swabbed from cheek to cheek 
by her tongue. 

She whimpered in her troubled sleep and dreamed she could smell and taste 
the earthy, musky aroma of lustful male organs being fucked into- her twat 
and her face. And, in her sleep, a change of mood took root in her troubled 
brain. A sort of elation permeated her mind and she saw herself unsnapping 
the cowboy shirt and prying a firm breast globe into the open and laughed 
with glee as men--and women--ogled the smooth, creamy cone, licked their 
lips as she pinched the tiny nipple, producing a rosy flush and opulent 
lumesence. 

Strangely, there was a heated yearning in her loins, a need to have her 
sexual canal crammed full of husky, bludgeoning prick with a man's lips 
sucking and slobbering her titties. And she was tossing her hips in rhythm 
with his coital hunches as he pounded her full of throbbing cock. 

Mercifully, she awoke to the jostling of the Winnebago. But her body was 
still feverish and there was a craven yearning in her pussy and asshole. She 
shivered violently, frightened, feeling depraved--having seemed to cherish 
and nourish the dreams. 

Jody kicked the blanket away and adjusted the shirt over her otherwise naked 
body. Uneasily, she went forward, dismayed to see they were on a gravel 
road--and still in mountainous terrain. 

Her eyes burned and stung from the brilliant sunlight that washed over the 
countryside like a golden tide. "Coffee in that Thermos," Clemson pointed to 
a quart bottle on the floor beside him. "Pour us a couple of cups." 

Sitting in the passenger seat, feet curled under her, she studied Clemson 
covertly. Apparently, he had showered and shaved while she slept. He had put 
on clean khaki shorts and a slipover knit shirt. The gleam and darting eyes 
told her, as clearly as words, that his old spirit was returning. The 
familiar selfishness and greed were evident in his pale eyes and the old, 
almost belligerent twist and curl of his thin lips. 

"So you really think you can get your hands on some of that money stashed 
away in Spokane, huh?" he nodded, blowing at the coffee, slurping it 
noisily. 

Jody turned her head to stare to her right, from the bus at stunted 
sagebrush, runty willows and locusts in little, flood-washed gullies. "I 
could write a letter up there," she said casually, "or send a telegram and 
tell them to expect me-us-and that I want to make a withdrawal." 

"Will that work?" Clemson asked doubtfully. "You ain't twenty-one and didn't 
you say your uncle had to countersign or something for you to get more money 
than your allowance?" 

Jody shrugged, frowning slightly, aware of Clemson's eyes on her via the 
rear view mirror. "It's my money," she said evasively. Strangely, her heart 
was calm and steady despite the excitement of the idea that if she could get 
in a Western Union office, she could slip away from him. 

"I could send a telegram for you," Clemson said. 

Her spirits slumped, thinking of herself locked in back, shut off from 
escape. "I guess so. Where are we, any way?" 

Briefly, when the road twisted up and over the crest of a low, slouching 
hill, she got a glimpse of a broad plain and that she saw a tiny white 
ribbon that was a river. There was a band of snaking greenness and she was 
sure that was a river. 

"About twenty miles and we come out on a secondary, paved road," Clemson 
replied. "I know of a campground all shady with big trees and we'll rest 
there awhile. Maybe I'll try for some channel cat and you can swim." 

Jody slipped from the seat and knelt on the floor to refill their coffee 
cups. "You got really nice Tootsie Pops," Clemson chuckled, his hand 
squeezing her neck. She looked up quickly to catch his lecherous eyes 
squinting down inside the shirt at the firm mounds of her bosom. "Beautiful 
boobies," he admired, the hand groping into the shirt to fondle. "Damnedest, 
firmest, fanciest titties I ever felt or suckled," he breathed heavily. 

"I'll spill the coffee," Jody protested weakly, praying not to offend him or 
to provoke a fit of temper. But his hand withdrew and she stood on shaking 
legs. 

"Stand here beside me," Clemson said tersely. And she curled the fingers of 
her left hand into a chrome handle at the right shoulder of the driver's 
seat. His hand slithered up under the shirt to feel her legs, sliding along 
the silky inner planes of her thighs, the thumb nudging at the rubbery outer 
lips of her vulva. 

A sickness and dread engulfed her, but she stood steady, tolerating his 
lecherous pawing. "You better watch your driving, hadn't you?" 

"Damn," Clemson grinned thinly. "You get me all steamed up and I tempted to 
pull off somewhere and fuck." 

Jody wished she could goad him into a high passion and he would cum off in 
his pants and mess all over himself. She wanted to flee to the back and shut 
herself away from his lust, but was afraid he would stop and follow her and 
vent his insatiable lust in her. So, she stood docilely beside him. There 
was an uneasy confidence in her that she was safe from him as long as they 
were traveling. 

Then her eyes were captured by his right hand as it fell from the steering 
wheel to his lap. Almost casually, he squeezed his balls and stroked his 
fingers along the length of his penis that stretched prominently along the 
left leg of his shorts. 

Jody was conscious of a coolness of her face, a light-headedness. Then a 
warmth flooded upward through her tingling breasts and she was blushing as 
her eyes followed his hand and her gaze rested on the growing swelling in 
his pants as his peter responded to his provocative touch. She held her 
breath until she felt faint and she quelled a retching as she became aware 
of what he wanted. There was elusive wafting of sexual aroma and she 
wondered whether it was emanating from his sex organs--or from her pussy 
where there was a gnawing and clutching sensation. 

"Whadya think?" Clemson muttered gutturally. And she knew he was goading, 
inviting her to make some lewd comment. She glanced away, upward to the 
mirror and cringed under the metallic gleam in his eyes. 

Vaguely, without enthusiasm, she said, "You have a big--thing--and--balls." 

Clemson chuckled with carnal appreciation. "Wanta take 'em out and examine 
'em?" he taunted her, winking. 

And her blush deepened. 

He wheeled sharply to the left to take the curve and she was propelled 
against him, her left buttock pressed to his shoulder. "I can smell the heat 
of your snatch," Clemson inhaled deeply. "I love the perfume of a young, wet 
pussy." 

Detachedly, Jody wondered at her casual tolerance and acceptance of his 
filthy tongue. She stared through the windshield, keenly aware of his hand 
still at work on the prominent genitals that tented his clothes. 

"Well, you gonna take out my playthings and inspect 'em? Give 'em a little 
lovin'?" His dull laugh was a taunting sound, devoid of all morals. "Undo my 
shorts and I'll raise up so you can slide 'em down my legs and take 'em off. 
Come on." 

There was a threat in his tone. Jody peered into his lap at the welt of 
flesh that was long and thick down his left shorts legs, the head almost 
protruding. The coronal ridge was clearly outlined. 

In spite of herself, she was breathing quickly, almost gasping. "You're 
gettin' in a dither," Clemson chided her, tone mocking. "Get my gadgets out 
in the open and feel and play with them." 

Slowly, a sense of resignation and acquiescence pervaded her mind. She knelt 
beside him, set the cup out of the way. On her knees, she reached, fingers 
fumbling at his waist, freeing the hook and unzipping the fly. "Go, Babe," 
Clemson panted, bracing his feet and lifting his rump. She employed both 
hands to drag down his clothes, struggling momentarily as his prong snagged 
in his clothes. Then he was coming naked from the waist down, his clothes 
coming off over his sandaled feet. 

"By damn, I like my tools out in the open so the air can circulate around 
'em. My cock and balls feel so good out in the open." White-faced Jody 
glanced from his bared genitals to his face. He sighed raggedly and blew her 
a kiss. She cringed as he took her right hand and guided it to him. "That's 
it. Don't you think I got a nice, full basket of goodies?" 

Her fingers twittered and he withdrew his hand as she ran a fingertip over 
the slick-skinned glans and gently, timidly grasped the quivering shaft of 
his swelling penis. "Well, what d'ya think?" he goaded. 

Jody inhaled painfully. "Huge," she finally managed. A quick look at his 
face told her he wanted her to keep talking. She had a puzzling sensation 
that her mind was a cesspool, a corrupt thing. "I can hardly imagine I'm 
able to take all of it in my cunny," she said hesitantly. 

"You can take it," Clemson chortled. "Awful tight, but your little twatty 
can take it. And your mouth, too." 

Jody fought off a gagging impulse as she stared at the massive tusk of 
sex-meat in her small hand that milked slowly along the barrel, forcing an 
ooze of clear moisture from the gaping slit in the tip of the head. 

"And you've known women who like it?" she said dazedly. 

"Yeah. They like sucking cock and mouth-fuckin'." 

Inexplicably, her touch became more sure, fingers gripping and fondling as 
her hand rode up and down, flogging his cock gently. She wished she could 
keep on jacking him off and he would squirt his filthy semen all over his 
belly and it would run down to mat in the coarse hair around the base of his 
grotesque sex-stump. 

Muscles in his legs tensed as she wobbled his hard-on back and forth, 
squeezing the foreskin up around the corona until it was almost painful to 
him. 

"I don't," she ventured, challenging his wrath. 

"You do, but don't realize it," Clemson disputed her. "I know. You sucked 
me- off real good back there at the grave I was making. And you'll like 
top-riding to get your fuck-jollies, too. You got that slender body and 
lithe legs and active bottom so you can fuck up and down on a guy's cock 
while he lies on his back under you." 

Unaccountably, she had both hands on his prodigious prick. For a moment, 
tears filmed her vision, but she blinked them back and stared at his cock 
with its network of deep blue blood veins. 

Clemson cupped a hand under her chin and winked at her. "I'll just move my 
right leg and you crawl over between my knees. That will put you right in 
the saddle and you can break my stallion. I'll still be able to reach the 
accelerator and the brake. Plenty of room for you between my thighs so you 
can gobble my cock." 

A lethargy, born of dread, caused her to delay. She tried to retreat as 
Clemson's hand flashed, grazing her chin. "Eeeeeeeiikkkkk," she squealed as 
he tore the snaps of the shirt apart and her boobies seemed to tumble out. 
He gripped one so hard it brought tears to her eyes and a sob to her lips. 
"Move it," he snarled, "I still got that shovel and I can find it in a 
goddamned hurry." 

She scrambled around him with his hand still mauling her tingling tittie. 
She bumped her head on the bottom arc of the steering wheel as she scurried 
between his trembling legs. Her face was only inches from his hot business 
and she sniffed. "Is it clean?" she wept softly. 

"I took a shower and only pissed through it twice. But I wrung it off good 
in the bushes," he gloated. He continued his ruthless grip on her pliant 
tittie until she took the barrel of his cock in one hand and coddled his 
balls in the other. She hefted them high in her palm, feeling the kinky hair 
like steel wool. 

"You like it," Clemson smirked, pinching a nipple until it swelled to a 
full, turgid tip. "Keep your hands busy on 'em, Jody." 

She squeezed his big balls arid jacked him off slowly, eyes wide as she 
swept the foreskin over the glans to coat it with the sticky secretion. She 
sniffed at the sweet-musky-earthy aroma wafting from his glut of genitals. 

"If I do suck your--cock--you won't shoot your--jizz--in my mouth, will 
you?" she worried. 

"Shiiiiiittttttt," Clemson exhaled contemptuously, "What you worryin' about? 
You sucked me off at the hole in the ground and swallowed my cum and most of 
my cock." 

She continued masturbating him, praying he would shoot his jizz before he 
finally pushed her to going down on him. She tugged the skin back on the 
fat, hard barrel. Involuntarily, she sighed, "So monstrously large," blowing 
her breath on the knob. 

She felt him wince as she gripped his cock hard near the base and squeezed 
his balls until they slithered around in the thick-skinned, hairy scrotum. 
She laughed nervously, hoping to catapult him to orgasm. "Your cock and 
balls feel-exciting," she fumbled for dirty words to titillate him. 

Clemson groaned as she tugged upward, crowding the skin against the back 
ridge of his pecker head. Growing more bold, she flogged his meat roughly 
and he whined, his butt bouncing as she sent slivers of pain stabbing into 
his loins. She rolled his big testicles rudely. "You have a big hard-on," 
she panted with artificial signs of passion. "Do you like the way I jack you 
off? Like it, Clemson? Want me to get both hands on your big prick and 
really flog it for you?" 

His hand eased on her feverish tit and he grunted, jerking the wheel to 
correct the course of the Winnebago. Instead, his fingers toyed deliciously 
with her ripe, tumescent boobies, teasing the tips of the twin mounts. "We 
could fuck," Clemson, panted, "you could straddle me with your back to the 
wheel and lean to one side and could top-ride-fuck me." 

Jody didn't reply, but flagged her hand up and down on his trembling 
cock-shaft faster and harder. "This is nice," she wheedled, jacking him off 
even faster, the thick honey dabbling on her forefinger and thumb. 

"Give me a blow-job," Clemson cried suddenly. "You got my cock hard and long 
and thick and delicious now. Suck me!" The shank of his left leg curled 
around the small of her back, above the flare of her hips and pressed her 
into the Vee of his thighs. 

Jody felt her face flushing with humiliation. Sensing no release from her 
degradation, she moved her face into his lap where the pubic forest 
blossomed profusely around the bole of his pole. Her fingers bent his staff 
toward her pussed lips. 

She wanted to shut her eyes, but found she was staring cross-eyed at the 
monstrous knob that was glazed with the juices of his lust and passion. A 
tiny voice in her brain seemed to console her, cajole her into doing it and 
having it done with--for now. 

She wobbled the great plum against her cheek, across her lips, smearing his 
stickiness on her pasty skin. She breathed on the hot glans and flicked the 
tip of her tongue across it, tasting a sweet, saltiness. In spite of 
herself, she murmured, "Aaaaahhhh--uuuummmmm. Kinda sweet, kinds salty. She 
let her hand ride up and down on the bloated shaft as she licked more boldly 
at the fruit-tip. 

She turned her head, laying a cheek against his hairy thigh and curled her 
tongue around the glans, dappling the tip behind the turgid corona. 

"Yeeeeeesssss," Clemson gurgled as she milked a hand up and down the 
blood-veined meat and licked down the side and underside all the way to the 
hairy base of his cock, then up the other side to the vibrating head. 

She choked and spat for a moment. "Get hair in your teeth, sock-sucker," 
Clemson chided. His hand was busy on her bobbing boobies that were thrust 
like big, blunt spearheads through the open front of the shirt. "Open wide 
and gulp it in," Clemson exhorted her. 

Jody sensed he nearly ejaculated as she circled her lips behind the ridge of 
his cock's head, closing her mouth over the plum and sucked her inner cheeks 
against it. She nodded her head, rubbing the rough ridges of her palate over 
the big point of his wand. She sucked hard and swished her tongue around the 
rubbery point that could stretch the bottom of her pussy to splitting. 

"That's good," Clemson breathed heavily, twiddling her titties as she 
swabbed the knob of his cock with her tongue and lips and cheeks. An 
"Uuuuummmmm" sound filtered through her quivering nares as she squished 
saliva around the pulsating head and sucked mightily. Her mind seemed to 
grow vacant as she ministered to his mammoth prick with her mouth. She 
swallowed rapidly and began moving her face on it, her back stiff, rocking 
back and forth as she began mouth-fucking him with a steady rhythm. She drew 
a deep breath and dived her face onto his long, meaty spear, forcing some 
four inches of prick into her throat. Each time she backed off his violating 
rod, she took a deep breath and swizzled her tongue around the head. She let 
her tongue become a darting, whipping snake around the knob, the 
spit-slicked prong that could set her cunny to aching and smoking when he 
was between her legs, riding his cock in and out of her body. 

She eased off mouth-fucking him and chewed on the head while she used a hand 
to jack him off. Deliberately, she made loud, obscene sucking, slurping 
sounds. Then she resumed going down on him, taking more and more of his 
prick into her throat. She gurgled and gasped as she sucked and swallowed 
his hot, sticky flow of clear oil. Faster and faster, she bobbed her head, 
aware of her heels digging into her butt cheeks, of his calf circled firmly 
against her back. Relentlessly, she speared his prick deeper and deeper, his 
cork vanishing into her throat with each forward surge of her tortured face. 
She was aware of sweat filming her body, trickling down her tummy to run, 
with a tickling sensation into her pubic fur and through the slight gaping 
of her vulva. It trickled through her little sex-trench and into the wide 
crack of her ass, against her outward-puckered butt hole. 

She mouth-fucked him with increasing vigor as she jacked him off and jiggled 
and joggled and squeezed his squirming balls. The first monumental spewing 
of semen hit her as she sent his prick deep into her gullet and she gurgled, 
swallowing rapidly. She fucked her mouth on his spasming prick with all her 
energy, taking him with a frenzy of swishing tongue and vacuuming mouth, 
timing her down-fuck to get the fresh surge of pumped jizz deep in her 
throat. She squeezed his balls, milking them one at a time, then together. 
His cock spewed cum and began to slack off, but she continued sucking him, 
working her tongue along the sensitive underside of his long, slick dick. 

And when he was done, she heaved her body from between his legs to sprawl on 
the floor. She crawled a few feet away to collapse with exhaustion--and a 
troubling clutching and burning and itching deep in her cunt. 

CHAPTER THIRTEEN Jody awoke with a startled bleat, still lying on her 
stomach on the floor of the bus, with Clemson's big toe plowing into the 
crack of her ass, the ragged nail gouging at her anus. "No, no, noooo," she 
pleaded, muscles pinching the crease between the saucy loaves against his 
toe. His toe slid downward and Jody felt it probe into the petals of her 
pussy-purse. Her thighs skidded apart. 

"Goddamnit, Clemson," she grouched, strugging away and half-sitting. "Can't 
you let me alone for a little while? I sucked your filthy cock for you. Now 
let me rest!" She glared at his long face, knowing he could take her, if he 
wanted. 

"We are at the camp-place," he said without humor. "We got some company at 
the other end. We'll mingle and visit--if you don't play silly games and say 
wrong things. Understand?" 

Jody scrambled wearily to her knees, yet an excitement was erasing the 
vestiges of exhaustion. A fresh thought of escaping him burgeoned in her 
mind. "Who? Who, Clemson?" 

He tossed a filmy garment in her face. "I dug you out a pair of panties. 
Snap up the skirt and you'll be okay. A pair of women and a scrawny kid, I 
think. In an old Volks bus." 

Unmindful of his standing over her, watching, she sat back on the floor of 
the Winnebago and slithered her legs into the bikini briefs, adjusting the 
double-ply of the crotch over the fleshy, voluptuous curve of her vulva and 
Venus mound. She let him take her hand and help her to her feet. "No shoes? 
No bra?" she asked. And anticipated his nod of disapproval. 

She snapped the shirt up under her throat and tugged the hem down around her 
thighs. "They'll be able to tell I haven't got a bra on by the way my 
breasts bounce," she fretted. 

She didn't recoil as Clemson fondled her titties. "So what? Lots of gals 
don't wear 'em no more." he grunted. "And some of 'em have pants with slits 
in the middle to make it easy to diddle." 

She followed Clemson to a grassy area at river's edge and perched on a rock 
someone had dragged into place as a seat, watching him curl a piece of 
shrimp bait onto the hook. She peered beyond him to the other party, a 
couple of hundred feet away. Two women were fixing sandwiches on a card 
table. Then she saw a gangling boy in overalls ambling downriver toward 
them. 

"Mind your behavior," Clemson warned through gritted teeth, lips not moving. 

"Okay," Jody responded, watching the approaching boy. He waved tentatively 
and Jody noticed he was barefoot, not wearing a shirt. The straw hat on the 
shock of red hair looked as if a dog or a calf had started to munch on it. 

"Mom, the tall one, told me to invite your down for talk and a beer with her 
and Laurie. She's the skinny one." 

Jody glanced from the boy's pinched face and protruding ears toward the two 
women who turned and waved. 

Jody waited for Clemson to lead on introductions. "I'm Bert," he said, 
taking up slack in the monofilament. "She's Jody." 

She was surprised he offered her real name and she glanced quickly at the 
boy to see if it registered as anything but just a name. 

Suddenly she stiffened as Milo bent forward when Clemson got a tentative 
bite. And he was naked under the overalls. She could see all the way down 
his bony chest to his lap and there was a sparse scrub of pubic hair growing 
above the truly man-sized penis. And the balls were husky in their unexcited 
state. 

She gasped audibly and Clemson turned to stare with a steely, possessive 
glare. "You're exposin' yourself, kid," he muttered, but didn't object 
further. 

She peered obliquely at the boy's face, saw his brow wrinkle, lips twitch. 
"I ain't got no underwear," he half-whined. "And Mom don't care--and that 
Laurie likes to sneak peeks." 

"That all?" Clemson smirked. 

The boy laughed with sudden confidence. "Oh, a feel whenever she gets a 
chance to run her hands down the bib and when I'm asleep." 

"That all?" Clemson seemed to echo himself. 

The boy laughed, coughed and squirmed on the ground. And Jody had to swing 
about on the rock and cross her thighs to keep him from staring up the tail 
of the shirt. 

Clemson didn't miss it and turned to Jody. "Go mix us a snort of vodka and 
whatever's in the frig. Get the kid one, too." 

She hurried away and heard Clemson stop the boy from following her. "Stay 
put, young stud. Don't go sniffin' after her tail like a young hound-puppy. 
Go sniff and lap that Laurie's cunt--or yer maw's." 

Jody skipped around the bus, the boy's cackling laughter uncomfortable in 
her ears. As she mixed drinks, Clemson's voice drifted through the open 
window to her, a sympathetic drone as he talked to the boy. "I know. I was 
young once. I bet you can screw all night and shoot a stream of sap every 
ten minutes." 

The boy laughed again and Jody frowned, hating Clemson, worrying that he 
would offer her up to the boy--just to watch the kid of fourteen or fifteen, 
huffing and puffing and rutting between her legs while he fucked her with 
youthful vigor and enthusiasm. 

When she could delay no longer, she carried the drinks back to the river 
bank. The boy lounged on his butt beside her and quaffed the drink. "Jody? 
You and his wife?" 

"No," Clemson intervened. 

"Daughter?" 

"No," Clemson snapped. "Just a very close friend." 

"That's good," Milo nodded. "Mom said she could tell you're pretty, Jody, 
all the way from where we're camped. And Laurie giggled. She's got ideas. I 
could smell her ten feet off." 

"Damned butch and a little lez!" Clemson muttered scornfully. 

Jody cringed when Clemson demanded boldly, "They like to work on each 
other--and aren't so queer they don't appreciate your- hunching your 
fuck-cob into their bins, right, Milo?" 

Jody stole a look at the boy's face when he didn't reply. And Clemson 
laughed with sordid amusement. "Sure, I'm right. I've seen enough of their 
kind to recognize 'em by the way they chest their tits around and waggle 
their butts." 

The boy finished his drink, got to his feet. "I guess I better go help them 
run out that canvas fly and set out some lawn chairs and the lounge. You 
come on down whenever you're ready." And he sauntered off. 

And uneasy, restless feeling set in on Jody. "Clemson, I don't want to go 
down there. I don't feel right about it." 

He reeled in and stared at her, long and hard. And she said, "Okay." 

Again, she trailed after him as he put his tackle away. "It may be fun," 
Clemson said companion-ably. "From what I can see from here, I wouldn't mind 
crawling the frame of that big redhead and pumping her dike cunt full of fat 
prick. Just to listen to her squall. And haul it out and pile drive it into 
her asshole--right between those big, fat butt cheeks." 

"What about me?" Jody pouted, fearful. "That kid has--ideas ..." 

Clemson spanked her loudly on the buttocks after lifting the hem of the 
shirt. "Don't you relish the idea of getting yer pokey popped full of young 
stud-cock and having your nuts cracked again and again?" 

A curse sprang to her lips, but she bit it off and remained silent. She 
followed him into the bus and stared out the window, watching the two women 
light a Coleman lantern and hang it from one of the poles and supported a 
light canvas shelter that awned from the side of the Volkswagen. The big 
woman said something to the frail girl with hemp-colored, string hair and 
she scampered into the small bus and returned with bottles she set on the 
card table. The boy brought out a cooler and Jody guessed it was full of 
ice. The big woman set up glasses on the table and turned to yell, "Come on 
down, neighbors. It's COCK-tail time." Apprehensively, Jody watched Clemson 
bend his face close to the window and crow, "The old cock and his young 
pullet will be right over to see you spunky hens. Where at is that young 
rooster?" 

"Struttin' someplace around," the tall woman yelled back. "Did he tell you 
to be leery of my imported hooch?" 

"Noooo," Clemson answered. "Now what the hell?" he whispered to Jody, 
pushing her toward the door of the vehicle as the smaller woman, Laurie, 
laughed gaily, "Oh, Rita, you aren't going to dope and dazzle everyone up 
with that stuff?" 

A kind of panic danced through Jody as she let Clemson take her arm, fingers 
high in her armpit and start her toward the other camp. Grudgingly, she 
admitted that she had to rely on his cruel and lecherous man for 
protection--and couldn't depend on him. 

Halfway there, he released her arm, spanked her butt again and she trudged 
beside him, a little behind, bare feet padding in patches of dust, avoiding 
scattering tendrils of Mexican puncture vine. 

As they strode into the light cast by the Coleman, Milo bounced from the 
Volks and set a course after Laurie who ran around Rita who was filling five 
glasses from an ornate, cut-glass decanter. Laurie grabbed at Rita's 
bountiful buttocks, deliberately tracing her fingers the length of the deep 
crevice. 

"Heeeeey," Rita laughed, swinging her butt, shaking the long, full skirt of 
her dress. 

Then Laurie turned on the boy and he lunged again, but she bounded onto his 
back, bore him halfway to the ground and snaked a slender arm down the bib 
of his overalls. Milo yelled and squealed. 

"Caught me a snake and two banty chicken eggs," Laura yipped. 

Jody caught at Clemson's arm, but he shook away her hand. "Come on, dammit." 

Milo retaliated against Laurie by reaching an arm behind him, up under the 
miniskirt she wore. "Don't pull out my hair," she squalled, squirming her 
body on his back. 

"Got a handful of bird nest-not PECKER nest," Milo warbled. Both of them 
quieted instantly when Rita snapped, "Stop your bull and cowin'. We have 
company...." 

"What about this special booze of yours?" Clemson asked easily. 

"Hi, Bert and Jody--friend," Rita smiled, turning and handing them two tall 
glasses filled with clinking ice and what appeared to be red wine. 

"My foot-loose ex-husband introduced me to it," Rita smiled. 

And Jody thought she was the epitome of every picture and imagination she 
had ever seen or had of a gypsy woman. The long, black hair, the longish 
face and prominent nose--even the large earrings, the bodice of the black 
dress was cut low and circular to reveal the ripe, sloping crowns of ample 
breasts. She turned to pick up he own drink and the full squaw skirt swished 
about her ankles. 

"I guess Milo, our twirp, told you our names?" Rita smiled, tip of her 
tongue just caught between even white teeth. 

Jody glanced at Bert who sidled around the card table, nodding, and she 
followed him to sit near him in a folding lawn chair. "Rita and Laurie," 
Bert said. 

"He said you made some guesses about us," Rita seemed to suck on her teeth, 
pulling in her cheeks, blue eyes twinkling. "Shame, shame, shame on you," 
she clucked her tongue. "Nasty, dirty old man." But there was no malice in 
her tone. "Here's to the devil's delight and the Lord's scorn," she lifted 
her glass. 

"What would that be?" Clemson murmured. And Jody drank when he did. 

A little later, as Laurie refilled their glasses, Clemson said, "What's so 
special about this liquor? Tastes fine, but mild and no more expensive than 
a wino's mainstay on skidrow." 

Laurie straightened before them, her body undulating and she laughed softly. 
"It'll get to you. It's getting to me now and hot. As soon as I take the 
first swallow. It always hits me that quick. Woweeeee." 

Jody tried to shrink back in the chair with the webbing in the seat and 
back. She watched Laurie return to sit beside Rita on the lounge. 

"You don't need it," Rita chided her. "You got red-hot semen in your veins, 
not blood. You're hot to trot all the time." 

Jody felt a knot of revulsion in her throat, itself almost as sickening as 
having Clemson's massive, lustful cock thrust into her face, spewing jizz. 
Then the boy moved, beside Rita, where he sat on the ground. She knew she 
was blushing from the surge of quick heat in her cheeks. 

And Rita picked it up instantly. "Don't mind my cock-a-doodle-do. He's just 
itchin' to see your panties, Jody. He already bet you aren't wearing a 
bra--in fact plain naked under that man's shirt." - Jody fidgeted 
uncomfortably. 

"And the idea starts the ants crawling in Laurie's hot crotch. Jody looked 
away from her hawkish stare and Rita laughed with amusement. A sordid 
people, Jody thought. "You asked about the booze. My runaway husband got me 
onto it. It stirs up the sex urge. Like Spanish Fly, he said. A sex 
stimulant. Aphrodisiac, is the sophisticated term, I guess," Rita grinned. 

"Oooooohhh, yeeeeessssss," Laurie wailed, weaving from side to side beside 
the big woman, hands clasped between her legs, deep in her lap. "It's 
getting me worked up. I'm gonna need it before the night's done. Oooohhhh, 
God!" 

"Stop oglin' Jody, Milo," Rita chided, cuffing the thin boy beside the head. 
"You're listening to Laurie? She's gonna need some good, solid screwin' 
pretty soon--gettin' all steamed up." She glared at him, cuffed him again, 
"Get your hand out of your overalls and stop jacking off in front of Jody 
and Bert." 

Jody felt a quailing and deep disgust as she stared at the movement of the 
boy's hand in his pants, visualizing clearly what his hand was doing on the 
penis she had seen in its limp state when he lounged beside her up by the 
river, near the bus. 

"Stop it, Milo," his mother said more sharply, "or I'll punish you and 
embarrass you right in front of these people." 

"Shit," the boy sneered. 

"Let's go, Clemson," Jody whispered to Clemson. And thought he was going to 
slap her. 

"Okay, Milo," Rita said sternly. "Drink your drink and crawl. Dammit, I mean 
it. CRAWL!" 

Jody glanced about furtively, an intense fever flickering all through her 
body, thinking dismally that Rita was telling the truth about the liquor. 
There was an almost painful, yearning crawling sensation deep between her 
legs. She actually could feel her breasts growing turgid--as was Clemson's 
peter--the dainty nipples tumescent. Was it going to make her crave sex? She 
almost began sobbing with frustration and helplessness. The drug was working 
on her. 

Her attention returned to Milo as he flipped his empty glass away. "Ah, 
shit, Mom," he muttered, going to hands and knees. He maneuvered his body 
around so his head was between his mother's toes. "Getcher damned feet 
away," he grumbled, lifting the hem of the full skirt about a foot from the 
ground. 

"Crawl," Rita commanded, sliding her feet apart, spreading her knees so the 
dress was taut across her long, opulent thighs. The boy squirmed forward, 
gettin his head under the hem. Rita, flounced her skirt so that it settled 
around his shoulders. 

"Dam you, Rita, love," Laurie wailed, a disappointed sob in her voice, "I 
wanted to do it for you. I wanted to eat out your pussy. It'-s always so 
delectable after we've been drinking this stuff." 

"Shush," Rita admonished, kindly. "Maybe," she whispered loudly, "you can 
have . . . Jody." 

Jody would have sprung from the chair and fled to the Winnebago, but Clemson 
seized her wrist and snapped her back into the chair. 

"I'm hard-up," Laurie wailed shrilly. 

Jody turned to half-brace Clemson, "You won't let anything like that happen, 
Clemson? Jesus, have mercy. And remember our agreement?" 

"Bullshit," Clemson gritted, voice like sand. 

"Just sit and watch." 

Jody sat back, sulking and frightened and bewildered. The crawly sensation 
in her vagina had intensified and there was an itching in the hot groove 
between her legs and a burning all through her crack, around her asshole. 

She acknowledged that the liquor was biting into her senses and morality. 
She wondered how long her will power would give her self-control. And would 
she submit to whatever unholy and lecherous whims there might be in the 
fiend-like mind of the frail Laurie who sat hunched forward, feet apart so 
her unpantied crotch was exposed, ample breasts rising and falling with her 
passion-hastened breathing. 

Now, there was a fiery snapping and crackling through her sex channel. There 
was a recklessness forming in her mind, and, strangely, her panties seemed 
to be binding in the crack of her ass and pinched into the narrow trough of 
her pussy lips. 

And she wished she wasn't wearing panties at all! 

"I can smell your cunny gettin' steamed up," Clemson leaned toward her, 
patted her bare knee and whispered in her ear. 

"Get a couple of blankets from the Volks," Rita said, voice labored as she 
gasped for breath. 

Jody squinted across at the large woman. All she could see of Milo was the 
soles of his bare feet and the hip pockets of the overalls, below Rita's 
long, pleated skirt. Jody felt an intensification of her blush as she 
watched the lap of Rita's skirt moving with the bobbing of the youth's head. 

Loud and obscene slurping sounds filled the air. And Jody visualized the 
kid's thin face wedged between his mother's legs, buried in her snatch. 

"Listen to the kid eat hair-pie," Clemson gloated. 

Rita suddenly leaned back, arms stiff and braced on the far side of the 
lounge, squalling and trying to fuck her cunt forward, curving it out and up 
to the boy's lapping tongue and sucking mouth. 

"Listen to her," Clemson grunted. "Can that kid ever eat a pussy. 

"Get your tongue in my snatch!" Rita howled, "and nibble on the inside pussy 
lips." 

Jody was vaguely aware of Laurie's stumbling back from the van and spreading 
blankets on the trampled grass. She diverted her gaze as Laurie sat back 
beside the big woman who was undergoing a turbulent, cunnilingual climax as 
the boy sucked at her joy-box without letup. 

Numbly, she was aware that her knees were fanned wide, feet jiggling on the 
ground and that Laurie could see up under the shirt where her crotch itched 
and burned and the panties were hot ,and soppy. 

"Yummmmmy," Laurie murmured. And Jody blushed with discomfort, hating the 
churning deep in her loins with a lustful heat suffusing her entire body, 
washing down her creamy thighs to her toes. 

"My fuck-box is exploding," Rita yelled, voice rising in wavering scale 
until the sound was painful to Jody's ears. 

"Wish I had my prick cornholed into her while the kid eats her twat," 
Clemson chortled softly. 

"Poor girl," Laurie cooed, unbuttoning Rita's dress to the waist, unhooking 
the bra in front and letting the opulent boobies cascade into the open. "Let 
me suck your titties, Rita." 

"Suuuuuck Jody's," Rita squalled. "Keep going, Milo, eat my cunny and lick 
my asshole." 

CHAPTER FOURTEEN It was weird. Jody felt that it was all a dream, that she 
was still asleep, or was in a trance. There was an eerie sensation that time 
had stood still. Even the full moon that loomed above the top of the 
Volkswagen bus didn't seem real. 

Hazily, she glanced around at the others. Clemson loafed in his chair, hand 
on the heavy pipe of meat down his left leg, ogling Rita's splendid tits 
that seemed to float as her body lurched coitally as she fucked her cunt 
into the face of her son. 

She had gotten the calves of her legs up over his frail shoulders and had 
tugged the dress into a wad across her belly and Jody could see her naked 
legs and the boy's head bobbing between her parted thighs. Occasionally, 
when he paused for breath and a new assault on her snatch, Jody could see 
the wet, red-tinged gash and the gaping, fluttering entry to her sex hole. 

Slowly, as if in slow motion, as if she were hypnotized, her gaze drifted to 
Laurie. Her eyes widened as she stared at the lithe creature, standing 
superbly naked in the middle of the spread blankets, beckoning to her. 

Laurie turned slowly, around and around, showing off her saucily rounded 
bottom, tiny waist with tufts of blondish hair in a copious bush across her 
poochy mound and lower tummy. Her titties jutted proudly, obliquely from her 
heaving chest. 

"I need a cunny to love and a cock to fuck," Laurie said plaintively. "Come 
on, Jody, let me sucky your pussy?" 

Jody shook her head, but leaned forward in the chair, an exciting and 
exhilarating naughty anticipation all but consuming her feverish brain. She 
was about to lurch from the chair, but slumped back. "Go on," Clemson 
encouraged, voice very soft. 

She cowered away as Laurie swaggered toward her, pleading in her eyes. Jody 
heard herself laughing nervously, and didn't believe it was all happening. 
"Noooo?'? she whimpered as Laurie rested her hands on the arm rests of the 
chair. "No, no, no," she said quickly, her voice muffled as Laurie kissed 
her surprised mouth, slithered her tongue inside and sucked on Jody's lips. 

"Ooooohhhh," Jody crooned, mind troubled. She stiffened from the sensuous 
convulsion of pleasure deep in her tummy. No! Not in her tummy. In her pussy 
channel, as if it were opening for a huge cock to be funneled to the balls 
in her twat. 

"Please go sit down," Jody pleaded, seeming unable to escape Laurie's 
hungry, demanding mouth and the heady French-kiss. 

She trembled with alternate chills and flashes of heat as Laurie tenderly 
cupped her palms over her twin cones of beauty. She was aware of her toes 
dancing, her feet sliding apart so the naked girl could stand closer, press 
a knee into her crotch, against the puffiness of her cunny that seemed to be 
emanating a withering heat. 

Under the kneading of Laurie's hands, her hard titties tingled deliriously. 
"Oooooohhh-Aaaaahhhh," she sighed as her nipples were tweaked and Laurie 
blew her hot, sweet breath into her mouth. 

Jody fought against the trembling in her legs and the lurching of her butt 
as she involuntarily curved her crotch out for firmer contact between her 
torrid pussy lips and Laurie's insistent knee. Her mouth was wide open--as 
wide as it had been to receive and devour Clemson's cock--as Laurie lanced 
her tongue in and out, tickling her palate. 

Slowly she closed her teeth on Laurie's tongue for a moment, then stabbed 
her on tongue into Laurie's suctioning mouth. 

Instinctively, her hands moved to lay on the flare of Laurie's bare hips, 
fingers massaging at the upper flange of her buttocks, thumbs pressing into 
the softness of her belly. She liked the scratchy sensation caused by 
Laurie's knee grinding the kinky pubic hair into her cuntal mouth and 
against her love mat. 

It increased her intense inner heat and she lifted her feet to bow her 
calves over Laurie's hips, wishing she had her panties off. Little darts of 
lightning stabbed through her as Laurie titillated her swollen clitoris. 

Suddenly, Laurie backed away, breaking contact. "No, no, NO!" Jody whined. 

"Come on the blanket, Jody," Laurie cooed, taking her hands. "I'll love you 
rice. You have a hot, wet furrow and I'll make your joy box explode with my 
tongue and lips. I'll fuck you into a neat cum with my tongue and fingers. 
Ever had a tongue in your sweet little asshole?" 

Jody let Laurie lead her to the blankets, ease her down, onto her back. 
"Now, let me get your panties off, Honey. And this darned old shirt so I can 
get my naked body to yours and tittie to tittie." She stole away her 
skivvies and the shirt and kissed Jody wet-mouthed. Jody curled her arms 
around her neck as Laurie sucked her tittie-tips. "Oooh, Jesus," Jody sighed 
in delicious torment, thighs flying apart as Laurie found her rut and hole 
and began finger-fucking her. 

"Ah, good, good, hot pussy," Laurie gurgled happily, getting another finger 
into Jody's cunny. She pressed a thumb on her fun button. "I'm gonna give 
you a wonderful clit-fit in a second." 

There was a squishy sound created by Laurie's fingers fucking in and out of 
her and Jody gasped for breath against a smothering sensation of the naked 
girl stretched out atop her, their furry pussy carpets rubbing together. 

"Aaaagggghhhh," Jody panted as Laurie moved so she could concentrate on 
sucking her titties. The twin sex-play provoked delicious tingling shocks in 
her naval that darted through her loins to crackle deep in her fluttering 
cunny and tits that seemed swollen to the bursting point. 

Dumbly, she was aware of Laura slithering around on her and she lifted her 
face to stare at the other's rounded buttocks, the deep, shadowy crease 
between the smooth cheeks and the hair fringed pouch that sagged slightly 
from her crotch. 

"Oooohhhh, God," Jody whimpered as Laurie adjusted her face against her 
snatch, fingers forking the thick, hot petals apart so she could plow her 
tongue from the tingling clit to her bubbling anal entry, to her itching 
asshole. 

Jody's ass bucked as Laurie pried fingers into the crack of her butt and 
dived a finger of each hand deep into her fiery rectal furnace. 

There was a series of sensual explosions deep in her canal, little answering 
echoes of pop-pops in the upper pinch of her pussy furrow. 

Jody's eyes were wide and staring at the other's gaping cunt just inches 
from her face. "I can feel your asshole and pussy bang-banging good around 
my fingers and my tongue," Laurie gloated, voice muffled as she buried her 
face in Jody's sex-slicked, passion-greased cunt gash. 

Her knees bent, feet coming against the cheeks of her ass so she could lift 
her butt and press her passion-glutted twat to the avid girl's hungry mouth. 
Jody thought she could hear the sound of rolling thunder, but it was the 
exciting explosion of orgasm rumbling through her bowels and her pussy. What 
a heavenly, wonderful feeling, having another girl's fingers screwing in her 
ass and her tongue slithering in and out of her torrid twat. 

"Oh, oh, OOOHHHH," she yelped, butt bucking joyously as the two fingers 
cornholed her butt and the tongue ate out her seething snatch. 

Consternation fluttered through her as she looked up and saw Clemson 
standing above her face, naked from the waist down. She had a momentary 
fright he was going to stop Laurie, stop her joyful sojourning into sexual 
heaven. 

"Hold still, Jody," he said softly. "Don't move." 

Jody moved to curl- her arms around Laurie's waist, above her hips as 
Clemson knelt above her face. His heavy, sagging balls brushed her chin, her 
lips. She stared as Clemson held his huge hard on and jockeyed it to point 
into Laurie's gaping slot. 

She watched Clemson hunch his cock forward, driving the head deep into 
Laurie's body. The wild, tempestuous scream from Laurie's surprised mouth 
was muffled in her pussy. She felt Clemson's hands at Laurie's flanks and he 
hammered his massive cock up her snatch. 

And she stared, fascinated, mouth gaping as she watched Clemson fuck the 
cock to the girl atop her who was sucking frantically at her pussy. And 
Laurie's body began to work and her words began to make sense. 

"Oh, I'm getting it. Oooohhhh, fuck me! I need a cock in my cunt. I'm going 
crazy. But I have a wonderful prick fucking me. Hurry faster and give me a 
good cocking up the starving snatch. Gouge your cock in deep and fuck my 
pussy into heaven." 

Jody curled a leg at the back of Laurie's neck and forced her face deep into 
her cuntal gash as she spiraled into another climax, watching all the time 
as Clemson fucked away at the girl, driving his massive cock in and out of 
her ravenous pussy. He continued to saw away at her even after he loosed a 
torrent of jizz in her snatch and it trickled out to drip onto Jody's lips. 

"Oh, God, good," Laurie bleated, "keep on fucking me while I cum." 

Jody saw a convulsion at the base of Clemson's masterful rod and knew he was 
about to unload his jizz. Then he jerked it out of Laurie's pussy and buried 
it in her bowels. Laurie screamed shrilly at the impalement. Clemson's huge 
nuts rode high in their sac and Jody could see, clearly, his monstrous trunk 
stuck up the frail girl's asshole, the ring stretched into a fearful O 
around the hair-fringed slit. 

"Go ahead and fuck my ass! Cornhole me good! Piss in me!" 

Jody was aware of movement at Laurie's head. 

"Get your face away," she heard Rita command Laurie, "I brought the big 
dildo to give her a jolt up the snatch." 

Laurie's face left her slot and she felt a big prod plowing around in her 
syrupy groove. Instinctively, she knew it--whatever it was--was huge. 
Instantly her mind thought of the giant Negro and his mammoth harpoon. 

"Your big one," she heard Laurie murmur, tone almost one of awe. "Think she 
can handle the big, fake prick?" 

Jody murmured with apprehension, yet was aware of pleasant nuances of 
passion pulsing in her hot vulva. Trepidation prompted her to draw her 
thighs together, but her knees were levered apart and the pressure of the 
phallus was relentless in her groove, nudging at her convulsing cavity. 

She squalled loudly as she felt the end of it positioned firmly at the entry 
to her body. Although she could see it clearly, she was unconcerned as 
Clemson began extracting his spent pecker from Laurie's rear chute. 

"Hold her steady," Rita murmured. 

Jody tried to kick out with her feet and knees, but Laurie looped her arms 
around and in under her thighs, elevating her bottom end, arching her split 
to Rita's convenience. From the sensation, she knew the massive tool was 
being wobbled around in her gash, like an augur to increase the size of a 
hole. 

"Ah-ah-ah-ah-Oooooooh, God'" she wailed as ruthless penetration was made. 

"Got it lodged inside her," she heard Rita gloat. "Look at the way her 
snatch gasket is stretched." 

"Twist it around and around," Laurie suggested. "You like that part when I 
fuck you with it." 

Jody had the weird sensation she was a pinwheel and the axle ran through her 
cunt. "Aaaaiiiii-eeeee," Jody cried as her body was invaded deeper and 
deeper. 

"Makes her little brown asshole pucker and bulge," Rita purred. 

Jody felt a creeping sense of humiliation as her twat was violated and the 
two strange women could observe the effects of their lascivious actions and 
abuses of her body. Yet, there was a kindling of heated pleasure in her 
cavern. 

"Use both hands on the handle," Laurie urged, "and sink it in her." 

Jody's body arched from a painful gouge of the tool; the knob rasped her 
cervix and skidded on its way toward her womb. A momentary tendency to faint 
left her more keenly attuned to the grotesque bloating of her tube. And she 
began to bleat unintelligibly as sharper twinges of pleasure flashed through 
her loins. 

"She's got it all," Rita panted and Jody felt gentle fingers tracing around 
the impaling phallus, tickling the thick outer lips of her pussy, pressing 
against the pooching of her itching asshole. "Hold her, now. Don't let her 
kick away from you. Sit on her face and let her gulp and guzzle your snatch. 
I'm gonna trip the switch." 

"Nooooo," Jody complained, but Laurie's shins held her head and in an 
instant the top-riding girl had her steaming snatch over her mouth and nose 
like a pouch. 

A tingling vibration hit her like a bolt of lightning, then she heard a low, 
persistent, angry buzz emanating from between her raised, spread legs. 

"Sit on her good and turn her legs loose," Rita said. 

Jody screamed shrilly as her legs were released, her butt bumped to the 
blanket. But her feet instantly kicked high into the air as the thing buried 
deep in her twat buzzed and vibrated and squirmed and seemed to crawl like a 
trapped snake in her clutching cunt. 

She kicked her feet mightily, but could not dislodge the instrument from her 
hole. Sensations, akin to pain, were like sheet lightning flashing 
throughout her belly, seeming to snap in her rectum and her vagina. 

Again, there was the feeling of being on the edge of swooning, but the 
pleasure-pain was becoming excruciatingly wonderful. Her body, from the 
waist down, was rocking and buffeting against the dildo imbedded nine inches 
in her cunt. Tears flooded from her blinking eyes as she careened into a 
violent climax and before it could run its course, she was hurled into an 
echoing orgasm that produced a crazed turbulence in her brain. 

There were flickers of resentment that the buzzing and vibration of the 
artificial prick wouldn't let up and let her revel in the rumbling, roaring 
climaxing. Instead, she was tossed and tumbled into one spasm of pleasure 
after another, each more intense and enervating than the last. 

After a time, the vibrating and buzzing of the instrument stopped, but it 
was left implanted deep in her throbbing twat. Laurie eased from her and she 
weakly lifted her head to see Clemson mount the large woman after tossing 
her dress up on her back. 

"Hceeeey!" Rita yelped. She inhaled loudly and bent her head to the ground, 
bracing herself on her elbows. "Yeah, Bert," Rita moaned, "that's it. Up my 
asshole--deep and mean. Ooohhh, yeeees, cornhole me fast." 

Jody could hear the sloggy sound of Clemson's prick socking away in the tall 
woman's butt hole, his balls slapping against her ample snatch. 

"Come on, Kid," Clemson muttered. And Jody watched Milo shuffle around the 
knotted couple. He dropped to his knees, lifted his mother's head by a 
handful of hair and shafted his prick deep into his mother's mouth, fucking 
away at her face like a depraved animal. 

Slowly, reality returned to Jody and she listened, appalled, as Clemson 
asked, "Rita, what kind of booze was that?" as he continued pounding and 
hammering his prick brutally into her sucking asshole. 

Rita laughed, a tone of hysterical glee. "Just plain old red wine in a fancy 
bottle. Power of suggestion--and the desire to get fucked turns the trick 
every time." 

Chilled with humiliation, Jody sat up, found her wadded panties and 
Clemson's shirt. She staggered away toward the Winnebago. She turned once to 
watch the big, deceitful woman being fucked in the butt by Clemson and the 
mouth by her son. She squatted slightly and yanked the fake prick from her 
cunt and hurled it into the darkness. 

CHAPTER FIFTEEN Loathing for "them" and herself, renewed hatred for Clemson, 
contempt for all and humiliation provoked a seething confusion in Jody's 
mind as she fled into the rear compartment of the Winnebago with part of a 
bottle of vodka and a glass of ice. 

Dimly, she could hear the raucous, obscene reveling of the others through 
the night. Her ears and mind were choked with the filthy "glug-glug-glug" of 
the tall woman as she took her son's prick as he fucked her in the mouth. 

How naive and susceptible she had been to the idea that the liquor was 
actually a sex-stimulant when it was only a cheap wine. Already, she could 
hear Clemson's sneering at her for going "hog-wild" in perverted sex, 
thinking she had been doped. 

She drank off the vodka-over-ice and refilled the glass, sitting 
cross-legged in the middle of the bed, in the opaque darkness. And, most 
contemptible-there was a pleasurable writhing and coiling in her coital 
channel--was that she had found heights of enjoyment she had never dreamed 
possible. 

And, really, she hadn't cared that they had watched her subjugation to wild, 
carnal sex. She cowered mentally as she contemplated how feral and 
sex-obsessed she must have sounded with her yelling and whimpering. She had 
asked for it, hadn't she? Well, she hadn't resisted--not even from the 
beginning. 

As she listened to the sounds at the other camp, there was a grudging regret 
that she had fled. A warm flush consumed her body as she remembered the 
unholy sight of Clemson cramming his long cock between the long, fat loaves 
of Rita's ass and up her butt. And the way she howled with enjoyment--until 
her son had lifted her face and fucked his prick into her slobbering, 
mewling mouth. 

"Get Laurie! Get Laurie!" she heard Rita yelp loudly. "Take turns fucking 
and cornholing her! She likes it in both ends, too. One of you screw her and 
the other let her suck on cock!" 

Jody shuddered, the sense of loathing returning. She just had to get away. 
Why not now? The highway was, maybe, a hundred yards from the campground. 
But if she did escape, she would escape to what? Would she ever be able to 
put this experience out of her mind, or would it haunt and plague her 
forever? 

She tried to think how her Uncle Fletcher would "score" it. He always 
correlated problems and solutions with analogies, tennis terms. 

"Double fault," he might say. But, whose '"fault"? Jody fretted, 
methodically refilling the glass with vodka. "Deuce?" She couldn't see where 
the "score" was even--even though she had derived a kind of forbidden 
delight from some of it. Even? A slow process of thought considered this; 
getting even. She scowled in the dark. Would that ever be enough? Her 
spirits slumped. Only she could manage to get a few "points" up on Clemson 
would there be any true satisfaction. The liquor was now a warm glow in her 
tummy and produced a heady effect of being in control, having him whining 
and subject to her command. She laughed dryly, conjuring up a vision of 
Clemson groveling as she did something or other to degrade him and yelling, 
Thirty-Love. 

With this vision warm in her mind, a drowsiness crept over her. Carefully, 
she set the bottle and glass on the floor and shuffled under her blanket. 
Yes, I'll have to think about it, she smiled, succumbing to sleep. 

Yet, when she awakened the next day, about noon, she was wallowing in deep 
depression. 

She left the bus, keeping it between herself and the other camp, and angled 
downriver, looking for a place to slip in and bathe as best she could. 

Just as she was about to pick up her panties, to shake them out and skin 
into them yet, the boy sauntered from bushes, sipping the beer. 

His face was sober and pale, but there was a smirk in his eyes. "Want to 
know something? Old Bert is thinking about teaming up with Mom and Laurie 
and me. And he brought a shovel down from his rig. You got any idea why he 
would do that?" 

The twisted panties fell from Jody's nerveless fingers as she stared at the 
serious, pinched face, thinking how much he reminded her of a rodent that 
had suffered some disease and lost all the hair around its face. 

"No. Nooooo," she lied, heart hammering in her breast. 

She seemed frozen to the spot, feet glued to the dusty ground and sparse 
grass that had been trampled by numerous bank fishermen. The boy strolled 
toward her, bent and picked up her panties. For a second, he held them up to 
her, but as she reached for them, he jerked them away, picked up a sizeable 
rock, lodged it in the crotch and heaved them far out in the river. 

"Some night all of us had, huh?" the youth asked without apparent emotion. 
"I'd sure liked to have treated myself to a piece of your tail." 

She was about to rebuff him, slap his now grinning face, but his remark 
about Clemson with the shovel paralyzed her will and muscles. He stretched 
his arm and gently mauled her right breast, without bothering to unsnap the 
shirt. "Nice, choice boobies," he purred, his eyes glittering, almost daring 
her to protest or attempt to bolt. She stood fast, tilted her head 
defiantly, looked far off to the south toward sun bleached mountains. 

"Don't?" she murmured as he ran his hand down over her front, tweaked the 
hem of the shirt and reached under it to find her shaking legs. His fingers 
shoveled between her thighs, caressing and feeling and teasing. He plopped 
the empty bottle into the .water and his other hand came under the shirt to 
dally with her bottom, fingering the saucy curvature of her buttock mounds, 
doddling up and down the pinched crack. 

"You like it, Jody," the boy breathed coarsely, digging the fingers into the 
tight crevice, finding her clenched anus. 

"No, no, no," she pleaded, tottering slightly as his front hand ran up 
between her quivering legs, the fingers punching and gouging at her tender, 
shielding cuntal flaps. In a second he swept them apart and was arrogantly 
violating her fluttering vulva. "Don't--Milo," she whispered hoarsely, 
futilely as he deftly inserted a finger. Her eyes widened as he delved deep 
into her, twisted the finger back and forth in her cunny. He had a handful 
of an ass cheek and began finger-fucking her with animalistic fervor. 

"Hey, you got a snug, hot, slick cock-canal," Milo wheezed, a tone of 
marveling in his voice. "I'm gonna finger-fuck you into a quick cum, then 
you can lay down and I'll breed you right." 

But his degradation was halted just then when his mother yelled, "Milo, you 
horny son of a bitch, come here right now. And I mean now." 

"Ah, shit," the boy muttered, slipping his finger out of Jody's throbbing 
little hole. He stood before her and slowly, hatefully wiped his sex-slimed 
finger across her tightly pressed lips. "I'll get to you yet. I'll get you 
down and fuck my cock in your cunt and in your ass and down your 
cock-suckin' throat." 

Jody waited just until he was out of sight and fled back to the bus. She 
shut herself inside for nearly an hour, but finally ventured out and stood 
at the front of the Winnebago, hoping to catch Clemson's attention, beg him 
to leave there. 

Finally, frustrated and desperate she yelled at him. But he merely turned in 
his chair and beckoned to her. "Come on down here. Right now." 

"No, Clemson," she called back. "I need to talk to you." 

"Jody!" Clemson shouted sternly. 

She looked up, saw his hand wave and point--at the shovel leaning against 
the side of the Volkswagon. 

And she plodded sorrowfully toward him. 

She stopped a couple feet from him, fingers laced, clenched behind her. She 
glanced at Laurie, then Rita, saw the evil glittering in their eyes. "I can 
smell yer sweet perfume," Clemson sniffed loudly. "You been playin' with 
yerself? Or has that Milo-boy been fingerin' you?" 

Jody shuffled her feet as a humiliating blush suffused her face. And she 
cast a baleful, hateful look at Rita and Laurie when they giggled. 
Obviously, the boy had bragged about dipping his finger in her--and, 
probably, told them she had just stood there and let him wiggle his finger 
in her pussy. 

"That boy," Rita tittered. "Like his old man--and some dogs I've known. 
Sometimes, he thinks he is a dog--the way he crawls after a hot split-tail, 
sniffing and whining. Jody, don't turn your back on Milo, he can mount a 
girl in a flash and dash his dong in her 'fore she can snap and growl at 
him." 

"That would be a kick in the ass," Clemson chuckled, "watching him go at a 
gal like an animal. What do you think, Jody?" 

"You're disgusting," she hissed, voice just enough for him to hear. 

"Mind your behavior--or I just might give him your behind," Clemson warned, 
tone ominous. "You saw the shovel?" 

"I saw," she said fearfully, hate surging in her breast. 

"I got a hole half-dug back behind the Volks bus," he said meaningfully. 

"Oh, Clemson," she pleaded, tone carrying more helpless begging than the 
scant two words. 

"Yeah," he grunted, "keep it in mind." 

A movement on the lounge drew her eyes and she frowned as she scooped her 
hands into the low-cut bodice of the black squaw dress and plopped her 
opulent breasts into the open. Jody looked away when the tall woman winked, 
peering above her head at their bus where Milo sat in the door with a bottle 
of beer. 

"I'm a little tired after romping most of the night," Clemson said with an 
exaggerated yawn. "So, you'll have to do everything for us, Jody. 

"Squat down here beside me," Clemson said harshly, slapping at her bottom. 

She glared at him, knelt, turning her knees away from the others. 
Comprehension galded her senses as Clemson hunched his crotch upward. "Get 
at it, Babe!" 

Jody wouldn't look at Rita and Laurie, giggling on the lounge. "Have you no 
decency?" she whispered hoarsely to Clemson as she reached with a trembling 
hand to unzip his fly, free the waistband of his shorts. 

Gingerly, she parted his pants, stared at the lump of meat and coarse mottle 
of pubic hair. "Get your hands in there, girl," Clemson muttered. She turned 
her back partly to the others and slid her fingers into his clothes, found 
his rubbery pipe and pried it into the open. 

"Make it huge and juicy," Rita yelped. 

"Make it big and ready for your gorgeous, tight little cunny, Jody," Laurie 
echoed. "We're gonna sit right here and watch you cram about sixty pounds 
and five miles of cock into your sexy box." 

Askance, she could see Milo caressing his prick through the leg of his 
overalls. "Jack him off," Rita yipped, "make the honey run." 

His half-limber meat wobbled in her hands as she stroked it erratically. 
Milo had his hands down under the bib of his overalls and was massaging his 
meat. "Hang onto it, Jody," Clemson breathed. "Laurie? Rita? I'll raise my 
ass and you two get my shorts off." 

Jody could smell the earthy, musky female aroma of them as they dexterously 
tugged away his only garment and he loafed back in the chair, sipping his 
drink as she slowly flogged his peter, watching it expand and stiffen. 
Indignation clogged her throat, but helplessness put it down. 

"You got the coolest, softest hands on a cock," Clemson hummed. "You sure 
make my balls stony." He sighed contentedly as she milked the thick foreskin 
up over the fattening glans. 

There was a lingering wetness in her channel from the provocation of Milo's 
finger, but there was a renewal of heat and juiciness as she watched 
Clemson's obscene sex-tusk grow to immense length, thickness and rigidity. 

Clemson casually looped his left arm across her shoulders, drawing her face 
near the glazed plum that tipped his monstrous member. "Jody, you 'bout got 
me steamed up and ready." 

She glanced imploringly at his face. "Don't make me suck it, Clemson?" 

His laughter was harsh and mocking. "I'd thought about a blow-job," he 
admitted. "But I think I'd rather have you make me blast away in your snatch 
than have you go down on me. You can suck cock while I'm driving. If you're 
around that long." 

How, she wondered remorsefully, could she ever put all of these sordid 
happenings out of her mind, behind her, if Clemson ever let her go? Or she 
got away from him? 

"Stand up," Clemson muttered. "Someone fill up my glass?" In doubt, Jody 
stood, both hands still clinging to his massive ramrod. "Now, Jody, step 
over my lap. Put your left leg down through the armrest." 

"Cleeeemson!" But she turned her back to the others, aware that the lower 
portion of her fanny cheeks were visible to their ogling eyes. She released 
his cock with her left hand and used it to brace herself on his right 
shoulder as she worked her right leg through the left armrest. 

"I can't do this," she protested, a whine in her voice. 

"Put an arm 'round my heck, hold my old cock up and I'll spread your pussy 
bloom so you can sit right down on it," Clemson panted. 

Jody winced as his hard fingers fumbled the little folds of her pussy flesh 
apart. He put a hand on her ass, up under the shirt and guided her tortured, 
straddled crotch downward. 

"Ooooooh! God! No," she whimpered as the head of his prick swabbed into her 
spread split. The pressure of Clemson's hand drew her forward and down. Her 
cheek rested against his as her right hand aimed his spear and she cringed 
as the blunt glans prodded against her entry, slid into her. 

"Aaaahhh--ooooohhhh," she whimpered as his great rod slit at just the right 
slope into her gripping cunt. There seemed to be a mingling of burning and 
itching and resisting stretch as her butt was forced toward his thighs and 
she took his prick deeper and deeper into her well-oiled snatch. 

The excited muttering of Rita and Laurie were muted and far away as her 
senses concentrated on the steady penetration of prick into pussy. Finally, 
she absorbed so much of his cock she had to take her hand away and his prick 
slid smoothly, hotly into her quaking body. 

She found a place on the chair runners to brace her feet. With his prick 
socked to the hairy balls in her, she rested, her face sweating against 
Clemson's. She could hear a gulping sound as he drank from the refilled 
glass. 

Detachedly, she felt her coital muscles beginning to coil and wretched 
around the sex-spine that had her speared almost to the womb. 
"Aaaah--aaahhh-- aaaahhhh," she gasped at Clemson danced his thighs against 
her taut buttocks, jiggling her cunny on his huge, tensing cock. 

She felt him pushing the shirttail up her back so the others could see her 
snatch impaled on his prick, her bulging asshole, her bare butt resting on 
his hairy thighs. 

"Fuck up and down. Top-ride," Clemson panted. 

Jody tried to gather leverage in her legs to comply, but found no real 
leverage. Her mind went a little blank as she tried to establish a coital . 
motion. "Idon'tthinkIcan fuck you this way," she panted, a pleasurable 
heat beginning to glow throughout her pelvic region. "Too awkward," she 
muttered, looping both arms around his neck, hearing him drop the glass to 
the dusty ground. She was beginning to forget that two women and a teen-aged 
boy were watching her degradation, her slow evolving into an animal exulting 
in sex. 

"Clemson, if we're going to fuck, we're going to have to get down on the 
ground--or you'll have to help me," Jody panted, trying to bounce her cunt 
on his spindling cock. 

Then he cupped her bottom with both hands and began lifting her from his 
cock, letting her drop back on it. "Uh-uh-uh-uh," she wheezed at the 
delicious slide in and out of her cunt. 

"That helping you, Jody?" Clemson panted. 

"Yeah, better," Jody whined, deliberately clenching her young sphincters 
around his burgeoning shaft. "Ma-y-b-e, I think I can fuck you now," she 
gasped, tears running down her cheeks as she began bouncing up and down on 
his hot dick. "Do you like it this way?" she sighed, relishing the faster 
tempo as he helped her top-ride his slippery cock. 

"Fantastic," Clemson replied, easing a finger into her anus and tickling it 
around in her bowels. 

"Am I getting all your cock in this position?" Jody worried, crazily wishing 
it was possible for Clemson to stuff both his monstrous balls into her 
asshole while she absorbed his pistoning prick with her vacuuming pussy. 

Quickly, a delectable surge of pleasure cascaded through her loins. 
"Oooohhhh, Clemson," she gasped, trying to fuck her pussy up and down on his 
prick faster and faster. 

"You cummin', baby?" Clemson mumbled. "Pump your cunt on my cock faster and 
grip it hard; I'm gonna blast, too. Here comes my jizz--deep in your twat. 
Go, Jody, go! Fuck fast, Baby." 

She whined and whimpered and squealed, fairly lashing her ass up and down, 
trying to drive more and more of his cock into her tormented cunt. "Give it 
to me! Spurt your jizz, Clemson! Oooohhhh, heavenly. God, your cock feels 
good in my cunt, gushing me full of your pearly cum." 

And his finger, swizzling in her asshole added to the tumultuous pleasure 
that was consuming her snatch, itching and burning her contorted pussy mouth 
as she pumped her body on his prick. 

"Don't stop jizzing my cunt and don't let your fabulous prick get soft," she 
whined shrilly, voice dwindling away as she slowly came down from the peak 
of her orgasm. 

Slowly, she became aware of Clemson's hands moving over on her ass cheeks 
and he withdrew his finger from her rectum. There was something fooling 
around her back end-and she knew the boy was down there, trying to lick her 
pussy, her asshole, even while Clemson's prick, still spasming, was imbedded 
in her snatch. 

Sickening disgust, an overwhelming contempt for them--and herself-began to 
set in. Clemson didn't protest as she disengaged herself, broke their sexual 
joining and stumbled away to flop dejectedly, ashamed, into an empty chair, 
dazed, ignoring everything and everyone about her. 

CHAPTER SIXTEEN Her senses were immune to their snickering, pointing fingers 
and crude remarks. She didn't care that they could ogle her so recently 
gored pussy, see Clemson's thick, creamy cum draining from her 
still-seething cunny. 

There was a stirring of attention and resentment as she saw the boy drop the 
empty beer bottle and shuffle out of the doorway of the Volks and amble 
forward timidly. She did cross her thighs over her exposed crotch as he 
arched his head back and emitted a wavering "Ooooo-eeeeeeee." 

"Oh-oh," Rita chortled, "Milo is getting the scent like any good 
pointer-dog." 

Apprehension flared in Jody as Milo padded toward her, letting his tongue 
loll, making animal panting noises. "He's a pedigreed-bastard hound," Rita 
snorted and snuffled as the youth continued toward her, making whining and 
whimpering sounds. 

"All fours," Laurie choked on her amusement. 

Jody shot Clemson a questioning, imploring look and cowered mentally as the 
boy suddenly unbuttoned both galluses and let the overalls fall to his feet, 
kicked them off and stood before them all, stark naked, young genitals ample 
and promising as his penis lengthened and raised jerkily as she watched. 

Jody waved for Clemson's attention. "Clemson," she cried softly, her heart 
hammering, breath catching in her throat as the youth lowered himself to 
hands and knees and waddled toward her, gyrating his bottom end in imitation 
of a dog inviting kindness and attention. 

"Be a sport, Jody," Clemson cackled, an ominous note in his voice. "Now, I'm 
telling you to cooperate!" 

Jody wanted to plant her feet on his shoulders and kick him away as he came 
up to her. She worked her feet back under the chair instead. Everyone was 
laughing, but his whining didn't amuse her. She glared at him with disgust 
and mistrust. 

He laid his face on her bare thigh, just above the knee, as if encouraging 
her caress. "Rub his ears, Jody," Laurie laughed as Milo whined. 

"He smells your woman--er, femalescent," Rita yelp-yelped. "She's a fine 
bitch, Milo," she added, "should throw a fine litter." 

Milo would have lapped his tongue over her hand, but Jody moved it, wanting 
to slap him hard, but feared Clemson's reaction. 

When he missed her hand, he licked his tongue up her thigh, using his nose 
to push at the hem of the shirt. Cold chills darted up her thigh, all the 
way into her tummy. To her dismay, there was a quaking and warmth deep 
inside her, where Clemson had fired off his pecker in her a few minutes 
before. 

"Noooo," she protested as Milo pawed at her legs, getting the shirt to 
divide across her crossed thighs. 

"Goddamn you, cooperate, Jody," Clemson swore at her. 

For a minute, she considered the situation, saw no escaping. Sulkily, she 
uncrossed her legs and again thrust her feet back under the chair. 

Milo pawed at the shirt front with both hands, fingers together to emulate 
an animal's feet. And she angrily broke the snaps, tugged off the shirt and 
tossed it away. "I hate you, Clemson," she snarled at him. 

With face downcast, she watched the boy, snuggle his face between her parted 
thighs, sniffing at her, blowing his breath at the puffy labia of her 
womanhood. 

She shuddered as his tongue lapped her inner thighs, closer and closer to 
her feverish snatch. "Ah-ah-ah," she gasped as he poked his nose against it, 
waggled it around, putting more and more pressure on the pulpy flesh of her 
fruit. Needles of agitation began in her clit and stung her fluttery entry. 

She didn't dare glance at the others, knowing they would recognize her lack 
of control, could read the involuntary shudders of unbidden pleasure she was 
experiencing. 

Her knees fanned wider as Milo flailed his tongue across the thick petals, 
teasing the coarse hair, tugging it with his teeth. "Oooohhhh," she sighed, 
her butt bucking ever-so-slightly. 

"Wheeeeee!" Rita shrieked with depraved glee as Jody let her cunny arch 
upward to his exploring mouth, so he could lick his tongue up and down 
through her hot vulva that was becoming passion-greased. 

"She's getting hotter and hotter," Laurie chirped. 

Mournfully, Jody was aware that she was right. Her vision was blurring, eyes 
glazing. She moved her thighs together to capture the youth's face, keeping 
it snug against her sticky vulva. 

"Ooooohhh, goddamn," Jody whimpered as his lapping tongue sent throbbing 
thrills deep into her vagina. Her hips lurched as he concentrated on 
pressing his nose against her clit that had emerged from the little fleshy 
sheath and was tingling and itching, sending wild, delicious sparks through 
her loins. 

He fumbled under his chin, fingers exploring in her crack. "No-no-no-no--Not 
that. Don't stick your fingers in my butt hole. Please?" Hesitantly, she 
said, "It's okay, if you want to put them in the frontfinger-fuck me, 
though." 

There was triumphant laughter from those watching, but she wouldn't look up. 
Dazed, she noticed that her breasts seemed to be swelling, growing tumescent 
and feverish, the tips bloating. 

"Oooooooo," Jody cooed, scooting her fanny forward so the youth could dabble 
his tongue into her torrid hole. By scooting forward, she could spread her 
thighs wider and the youth responded by diving his narrow face into her 
groove, was able to thrust more of his tongue up her. 

Instead of revolting her, Milo's loud snuffling and slobbering served to 
increase her own excitement. She could almost visualize the head of a big, 
friendly dog with his muzzle between her Veed thighs, eating and licking at 
her aggravated pussy. 

She could stop the convulsive trembling of her legs, her feet danced 
erratically as he brought her out, out, out. 

"Woweeeeee," she gasped as he ran his tongue from her itching asshole to 
dabble at her distended clit. Then he was back at her rectal cleavage, 
dabbing his tongue at her protruding, passion-inflated anus. 

She looked down and watched with eerie fascination as his tongue lapped up 
her cunny-run, slurping greedily, lewdly. Unbidden, her fingers went between 
her legs and spread the outer lips of her pussy so he could swab his tongue 
freely at her fun-glutted cunt-slash. 

"Woweeeee," she howled, her ass bucking and bumping as her mind turned dizzy 
with delight. Ruefully, she admitted she liked it, wanted it--wanted more 
than just what he was doing to her. He sent her into a quavering climax by 
getting her inner petals between his teeth and sucking on them. 

She gripped the arms of the chair as her whole body shuddered under the 
violence of her cum. If she could have reached him, she would have fondled 
his balls and took his prick in both of her hands and jacked him off--even 
gone down on him and sucked him, if they could have gotten into a 
head-to-toe, head-to-toe position. 

After she came out of the orgasm, Jody groveled forward, put her hands on 
Milo's thin shoulders. "Just a minute," she whispered, "it'll be okay. It'll 
be better--for you--for us." She stood shakily, stepped over him and 
stumbled toward the blankets still spread on the ground. 

She hesitated only a moment, then lowered herself to elbows and knees, 
presenting her ass to him. She looked back past her naked body and saw him 
swing toward her, hard cock and husky young balls swaying obscenely. She 
waggled her ass buns invitingly at him. 

And he came to her on all fours, ran his face into the widened, flattened 
valley between her curvy ass loaves. She sighed with pleasure and 
anticipation as he pressed his nose against her heated asshole. She felt 
faint as he licked his tongue through her crack, lashing and laving her 
rounded bottom. 

He ran his tongue up out of her crack, up her spine, sending delectable 
tremors along every nerve fiber, seeming to crackle electrically in her 
hanging boobies. In anticipation of receiving, she pushed her feet apart, 
keeping her rump presented to him. She scooted her knees forward until they 
were in light contact with her plump breasts. 

"Do it quick," Jody said plaintively, voice low and guttural, expectant of 
the youth's prick penetrating her famished pussy--or even tier asshole. 

"Jody, you're gonna find out what it would be like to be screwed by a dog," 
she dully heard Laurie pipe across the short space that separated the others 
from her and the boy on the rumpled blankets. "Get your rear around a little 
so we can see him plunder the prick into you." 

"Atta boy, Milo," his mother cackled as he urged her body around to improve 
their angle of vision. 

"Oh, God," Jody whimpered as he planted his lips around her anus and sucked 
voraciously. She hunched her butt back to retain the pressure, reveling in 
the glorious sensation of the tip of his tongue stabbing for entry to her 
bowels. 

She braced herself as he squirmed his body up over her supple, sweaty back. 
"Ooooh, gooooodddd," she cooed as his hands caressed her smooth skin, dipped 
under to cup her aching titties. She moved her head so she could watch him 
as he gently, then roughly mauled her conical melons. A squeal of eagerness 
whistled softly through her nose as she positioned her head so she could 
peer back at him, see his manly genitals swaying below and just beyond her 
heaving belly. 

"Gonna do it to me soon?" she whimpered in sexual torment. "You about ready 
to give it to me? Your cock looks so beautiful and inviting. Won't 
youpleasehurry? Can you feel I'm all ready and eager for you and--your 
magnificent cock?" 

She shivered expectantly as he shuffled up to her offered receptacles. Then 
a feeling of exasperation rippled through her as he hunched ineffectively, 
tossing his heavy, lust-laden cock at her gaping little pouch. 

"Can't you use a hand to aim it?" she asked petulantly, scowling as his 
dripping prick swung up to slap her tummy, then flop with a wet splat into 
the crack of her ass. "Come on," she wheedled, wiggling her ass, rotating 
it, raising and lowering it, trying to catch his swinging dong. 

With patience at an end, she knifed an arm down under her belly, found his 
fat dick, lifted it and socked it into her rut, against her feverish 
opening. When he hesitated, she gave a mighty hunch of her ass and succeeded 
in getting the big knob of his cock socked away in her pussy. 

"Ooooohhhh, Jesus," she purred as her fuck-muscles went to work on Milo's 
sex-prod. "Give it to me. Get it in me, Milo," she gurgled, pushing her ass 
back just as he rammed forward and she caught the full thrust of his 
bludgeon in her frantic twat, his heavy balls slapping soggily against her 
sweaty belly and Venus mound. 

She trembled as he pumped her full of cock, skewering her cunt so deep she 
thought he had torn her. She laughed shakily, "I knob I got all your big 
pussy-monster. Get to goin' and fuck it to me, Milo." 

She heard him grunt and fart as he began drilling cock into her cunt. Just 
as she was beginning to rejoice in his rabbit-like rhythm, he banged her 
hole full of cock and began jizzing her insides full. 

Tears sprang to her eyes and sobs of disappointment mewled from her gaping 
mouth. But he kept her embraced and picked up the tempo again after gunning 
his first load of cum into her ravenous snatch. 

"Ohhhh, pound it to me," she squalled, "gouge my pussy full of cock. Fuck me 
deep! Fuck me fast some more." She was pleased her dirty words of 
encouragement had the desired effect as he pummeled prick to her as fast as 
he could. He was grunting and huffing and sweating over her, laboring 
mightily to cram prick into her pussy. 

There was appreciative clapping and hoorawing behind them as she found his 
coital rhythm and they began cumming together. Slock-slock; squish-squish; 
snock-snock, an orchestration of rampant sex, two young people fucking 
frantically, both screaming and squalling in their carnal reveling. 

Then it was over. Numbly they mounted each other, head-to-toe, 
belly-to-belly and he licked out her cunny while she tongued their juices 
from his quivering cock. 

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN Jody had no recollection of returning to the lonely 
privacy of the Winnebago. But her physical senses were alive and she still 
ached and throbbed from the sexual ganging of her body by Clemson and the 
boy, Milo. 

Deep remorse began to set in as she opened a bottle of beer to slack a dry 
thirst--as if she could ever wash away the taste of sucking cock. No more, 
she brooded, than she could ever erase the memory of wanton surrender or 
acquiescence to depravity and lust. 

Shrieks of laughter reached her and she frowned as she watched the kid 
prancing and strutting and frolicking, still naked, his genitals flopping, a 
ludicrous reminder that not too long ago he had been plying his now lumber 
snake into her craven cunny and she had willingly gone down on him and 
licked and sucked their combined coital juices from his organ and balls. 

A new panic seized her as she watched Clemson disappear behind the small 
bus. And what were the others doing? Some kind of derision had been made and 
they were quickly breaking camp, stowing the card table, the blankets and 
chairs and taking down the awning. 

A grim resolution settled firmly in her frantic mind. She would not go 
willing to the grave he was digging and be buried alive as he had threatened 
her. She felt sick as she thought of the humiliation of those two women and 
the boy watching and gloating as Clemson threw her in the hole and began 
shoveling rock and dirt over her. 

If he shot her with the pistol, then buried her, it wouldn't be the same as 
being buried alive and watching others watch her go to an agonizing death. 

The pistol? 

Her breath caught painfully in her throat and she scurried forward and 
yanked open the compartment where she had seen it. And it was still there, 
under the road maps. 

With trembling hands, she fumbled it from the compartment and studied it 
with dread and revulsion. For a minute or so, she turned the muzzle to her 
face and peered at the dull roundness of the loads in the cylinder. The bore 
seemed ominously large, she thought as she squinted at it, unblinking, with 
fascination. 

She laid the pistol beside the sink while she opened another bottle of beer. 
New panic fed her desperation as she saw Clemson round the Volkswagen, the 
shovel on his shoulder. 

He had finished his digging, hadn't he? Jody grabbed the pistol, her eyes 
searching frantically around the interior of the bus. Then she held the 
barrel at the open throat of the shirt and let it fall down between her 
breasts, caught in place by the tail of the shirt tied around her middle. 

The two women and the boy were loading' up, preparing to pull out. Clemson 
was strolling toward her. Someone called out to him and he turned, waved. 
"Yeah," he yelled back, "I'll see you all later." 

So, Jody thought, the boy had been right. Clemson was considering joining 
them. And it didn't sound like she was in his plans. One thing, though, they 
wouldn't be there to watch him bury her. Maybe they didn't have the stomach 
for that. 

As he approached the Winnebago, she thought frantically of what to say to 
him. Impulsively, she opened a bottle of beer to offer him. When it came 
time for dying, she reasoned, every delay possible was sought by the doomed. 

She heard the dull thud of the shovel handle as Clemson stood it against the 
bus. Then he heaved himself inside. She held the beer out to him at arms 
length. 

She winced as he stared at her. Finally, he took the beer. "Yeah. Okay. I 
like it," he grunted. "The way you tied up the shirt. Really leaves 
everything hang out but your tits. They don't matter, though, as long as 
your ass is bare and you're ready for plowing up the cunt and in the butt." 

She couldn't look at his face, pressed her bare bottom against the sink 
cabinet. "You finished digging." 

"Yes. Yes, I did. Not too deep though. Hit a layer of lava rock, I 'spose." 

A shallow grave, Jody thought with misery. "You going to join up with them?" 

"I gave it some thought." 

"And your thoughts didn't include me," she said dismally. 

She looked at him straight for the first time since he had stepped into the 
Winnebago. There was an evil, contemptible glitter in his eyes as he 
squinted at her. "But the hole you dug and me were in your thoughts," she 
yelled at him, a touch of desperation and madness in her voice. 

He drank deeply from the bottle, his eyes on her face. Then he began 
laughing, the sound becoming an unbearable din in the bus. 

"That hole? Oh, Jesus Christ," he choked. "You are the goddamnedest gullible 
little split-tailed slut I ever saw," he ridiculed her. "You really thought 
I was digging your grave--again. Hell, that was just a hole for them to bury 
their garbage." 

Jody experienced a momentary sense of relief, then loathing for him and his 
perverted humor almost blinded her. She was about to scream all the 
hate-things she could think of at him. But an unpredictable calm settled in 
her mind. 

She forced a smile, "Clemson, you had me frantic. I hate you for that--and 
all the other things. But I'm relieved that you were digging for me." 

His laughter was mocking and belittling. 

"They're gone now?" Jody managed. When he nodded, she said softly, "That was 
a terrible experience. I could kill you--all of you." 

He laughed again. "Sure, you could. Why don't you go ahead?" 

Glumly, yet defiantly, she thought: Why not? 

"I could try for some channel catfish, maybe some bass," Clemson said, 
shrugging, staring at her nudity. "Maybe, though, you'd rather make a meal 
of eel-like you did with that kid, Milo." 

"Whaaaaat?" she muttered, then reddening as she understood. "Now?" she asked 
softly, a change coming over her as she stared at the rounded tenting of 
genitals in his pants. As if her thoughts were dictated by something or 
someone outside herself, she added, "If you want to. Want me to give you a 
blow-job before we fix supper?" A boldness grew in her and the thought took 
more definite shape. "I'll suck your cock, if you want me to." 

Clemson grinned broadly, lasciviously, his eyes seemed riveted to her mouth. 
"All right," he said amiably. "Want me to sit in the driver's seat? At the 
dinette--like when you sucked that nigger's cock?" 

Jody shook her head. "No; how about in back, where I sleep? Why don't you go 
on back and I'll follow you and give you a juicy cock-sucking?" 

She remained immobile as he stripped and padded past her, starch already 
beginning to stiffen his penis. Jody hesitated a minute, feeling no remorse. 
Who would really miss her, if she dropped from society? Uncle Fletcher? He 
would be okay and shrug it off. The world of sports? Not for long. And she 
had never made any close friends who would mourn for her, regret she wasn't 
with them. 

There was just a trace of tears in her eyes as she turned to follow Clemson 
to the rear of the bus. Her steps dragged and she thought, fleetingly, of 
running from the bus and running as far as she could, as fast as she could. 
Instead, she lowered herself--physically and mentally--and crawled toward 
him where he waited, sitting on the edge of the bunk, legs spread wide, 
grotesque, obscenely, ready and waiting for her ministrations. 

"Yeah, Babe," Clemson admired, "I think you finally came around to this sex 
scene; really like fucking and sucking cock." 

Her eyes wavered from his glutinous face to his bared genitals. "Yeah," she 
said vacantly, settling herself, buttocks on her heels, between his hairy 
thighs. 

For just a moment, she hesitated, then cupped his heavy balls, lifted his 
half-hard prick and closed her mouth down on it, sucking enticingly. "Nice 
cock," she mumbled. "Big and juicy prick-knob," she slurped her tongue 
around it. 

She squeezed her left hand around his big balls and unsnapped the front of 
the shirt. She reached into it and found the butt of the pistol. She 
glug-glugged loudly, going far down on his stiffening prick as she cocked 
the hammer. 

Clemson groaned with pleasure as she mauled his balls around in their 
thick-skinned sac. 

Jody lined up his balls mentally. With her eyes on his as she began 
mouth-fucking him slowly, she brought up the gun. "Just the first serve," 
she winked, squirreling her tongue about the twitching head of his cock. 

And she fired, sending the .32 caliber bullet through both of his balls. It 
passed just below the base of his prick and deep into his bowels. 

She sat back, ignoring the spurting and spewing of his blood. He fell back, 
screaming. And she sat there, patiently watching and listening to him die. 
"Second serve," she said calmly, lifting the pistol. "Clemson, the score is 
thirty-love," she said, lifting the pistol and pulling the trigger the 
second time, the muzzle against her right temple. 


End
