"Teaser in torment" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kellerman John)

CHAPTER FOUR

It was really a crazy feeling. Sitting in the coffee shop of the hotel, listening to my Aunt Ariel blabber and not hearing one single word. If only she could understand what had happened to me. But all she was interested in was talking me into spending a few days with her at her house. The last thing in the world I wanted to do now.

"I just don't want to, Ariel," I tried explaining. "I appreciate your hospitality and all, but I'm having a good time here."

"Your father hinted he wanted me to kind of look after you." She sipped her tea and made a face. "So I guess I feel kind of obligated."

"Don't feel obligated. I'm a big girl now." I was talking to Ariel but thinking about what had happened to me the night before. That voice I'd heard. So familiar-sounding. And when I'd asked for Scott, the house detective, the man at the desk told me he'd quit that very morning.

"Look, honey, Roger and I would love to cook up some steaks this evening. Are you sure you won't reconsider?"

"I don't want you to think I'm dumb…" I shrugged.

"Well, I guess I can understand. A pretty girl like you doesn't want to get cooped up with an old married couple. Not with all these boys looking at you." She winked. "The boys used to look at me, too, you know."

Ariel and I said good-bye in the lobby and I went back to the desk.

"Are you sure Scott Morely quit his job?" The deskman assured me he had. "And you don't have an address for him?"

"No, ma'am. Scott was…" The man tilted his head, smiled, "… kind of a rolling stone, if you know what I mean."

"Thank you." I started to turn away. "Oh… you don't happen to know someone named Chris, do you? About so tall. Blond hair almost to his shoulders. He was at a party here tonight."

"No, ma'am, I'm sorry. He doesn't sound like a guest here." The man raised his finger. "Oh, that reminds me, you have a card here. From your father, I believe." I got it from my box and read it. Daddy hoped I was enjoying myself and said he'd been delayed for a few days longer than first planned. He wouldn't be back for a whole week. I went back up to my room.

I'd looked at those three funny dents in the rug before, but this time I got down on my hands and knees. Three dents. Like a tripod had rested there. A tripod with something heavy on it. I went to the bathroom and brushed my hair. There was a red place on my neck where Chris had gotten a little carried away with one of his kisses. Just the look of it made my cunt get feverish. I picked up the knotted rubber from the sink. There was some of my blood smeared on the outside of it and inside the milky curds swished around as I rolled it in my palm. A little souvenir? Wham, barn, thank you, ma'am. No, he hadn't even said thank you. A sob threatened, but I bit my lip and held the jizz-filled rubber over the toilet. Somehow I just couldn't let it drop. Then I really did sob and I clutched the rubber to my lips.

"Damn him. It just isn't fair!" I hid the full rubber in my bag and picked up the phone. "Would you call me a cab, please? Miss Durant, room four-twenty. Thank you." I was just eighteen but that didn't keep me from making a fool of myself. I was going to have a look around the docks. There was an empty place inside me, and only Chris could do something about it.

"Yeah, lady, down there." The old salt waved his pipe. "The crummiest boat… you can't miss it."

Chris was on the deck winding a coil of rope when I came up. I went quietly up the gangplank. He was even tanner-looking than I remembered. I could smell him now. Nice smell. Maybe some of my smell on him. I coughed.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

"I… I… wanted to talk. About last night."

"Look…" He glanced around, then took my arm. "Okay, come on aboard. But you can't stay long."

I followed him down into the wood-paneled hallway that led to the rooms below deck. It was an old boat alright, but it had been a fancy one. Chris pointed to an unmade bunk and I sat and folded my hands on my knees. I had on my brightest bandana halter and a pair of faded jeans that even outdid his.

"Last night… I don't know why I let go like that… I hope you don't think…"

Chris wasn't looking at me. He got a beer from the small icebox and offered it to me. I shook my head. He opened it and drained half of it real fast.

"I know I was stoned," I went on, "but I'm positive someone else was in that room with us. You acted so strange when I didn't you hear?"

He ran his fingers through his hair and drank more beer. "I've got a lot of things to do. I'm taking this old tub out of here tonight."

"You're leaving? I thought maybe…"

"Yeah. Need a change." He still wasn't looking at me. "I think you'd better run along." He bent the beer can double and tossed it in a sackful of others. I was starting to get mad now.

"Okay. Fine. You left me that little souvenir. I guess it doesn't mean anything to you that that was the most exciting night of my whole life." My voice cracked. I got up and started past him.

"Listen, Robyn," he said, grabbing my arm. "You don't know the whole story."

"I sure don't. And I'm not sure I want to, either." Footsteps sounded on the steps. Scott Morely looked surprised to see me as I was to see him. He had a folded tripod in one hand and a heavy-looking camera in the other. I stepped back, bumped my head on the wall.

"Oh, shit," he said. "Grab her!"

Chris grabbed me, both arms around my waist. I felt the warmth of his chest against my back. I didn't know what was going on. The two of them wrestled me around some and then Chris was wrapping something around my wrists. It felt like nylon rope. I kicked and screamed and kept begging them to tell me what was happening, but Scott had a grim look on his face and Chris avoided my eyes. Then Chris shoved me into another room, a small sleeping compartment towards the front of the boat. The door slammed shut as I stumbled against the bed. There was talking outside. I shoved my ear against the wood panel but couldn't get it all. Something about my father. Something about the pictures they had. My face reddened. Pictures of me! Things were starting to make me nervous…

I heard someone leaving, climbing the stops to the deck. Then my door burst open and I petrified to see Scott standing there, a piece of heavy rough rope in his hands.

"Why are you holding me?" I yelled at him.

"You'd best keep your smart mouth shut," he said, coming towards me. "I think I'll pick up on a little of what you gave Chris last night."

"I didn't give it to him! I was… drugged on something."

"You sucked his cock, remember? You fucked him, too."

"Stay away!"

I couldn't move very fast with my wrists, bound. Scott tore my halter off with one quick jerk and then started undoing my cut-offs.

"Shut up, baby… and you won't get hurt."

He stripped me down to my panties. They were so skimpy and thin that I felt naked anyway. The rope was rough as he wound it around my legs and up my body. I didn't see why he was going to so much trouble. I couldn't get away with my wrists bound. He wrapped me in the strong strands all the way to my shoulders and then lowered me to the bed. I jerked and the rope cut my skin. I felt like a mummy. And now Scott was standing by the bed undoing his belt.

"Nooo! What are you going to do?"

The bastard wouldn't speak. He just had an awful smile on his face. When his pants dropped, his cock swung up dark and heavy. The foreskin was only partly pulled back and I could see the smooth, glistening membrane beneath it. I shuddered to think that he wanted me to take that thing in my mouth. I shook my head hard as he straddled my shoulders and shoved the damp underside of his cock against my chin and lips.

"Suck, you bitch!"

"Nooo! Ohhh, God…" He jerked the foreskin back to expose the slick head of his cock. Its juices wet my lips, smeared my cheeks as he tried to force his prick between my teeth. He leaned over me, a hand on the bed to support himself as he kept attempting to fuck his prick into my mouth. But I kept throwing my head to the side.

"If you want to play games, I've got some you wouldn't believe," Scott grumbled. He untied the rope and cut the cord that bound my wrists. I sat there on the bed rubbing the circulation back in and watching the door. I was tempted to make a break for it. But Scott was big. And he wasn't half so nice as Chris. I felt like crying when I thought of Chris being mixed up with a… crook. I still wasn't sure what they meant to do with me.

Scott looped the rope over a beam across the ceiling of the room. Then he made me put my wrists up and he tied them so that I could stand flat-footed on the floor. But then he stretched my ankles wide apart and tied them that way, one to a bed leg, the other to a hook in the wall. I whimpered and thrust my willowy body around. My bare tits jiggled on my chest and the tiny silken underwear I had on worked up between the crack of my ass.

"I hate you." I said, voice shaking.

"What about that time on the beach? You liked that."

"I didn't! You forced me!" I shivered all over.

"It was nice eatin' stuff," he growled. "And before I'm through, I'm going to have more than that."

Scott pushed his naked body up against my back. His fingers worked up the insides of my thighs. I strained against the ropes and they squeaked on the wood beam but there was no getting away. My skin stung where the rough hemp cut. And I couldn't seem to shut off that part of me that was so sensitive to a man's fingers. My cunt was starting to grow very damp. When I writhed around, the folds smacked with my heated cunt butter. Scott took a deep breath and started kissing down my back. I knew he could smell my cunt. I could smell it, too. The perfumey musk that always radiated when I was getting hot.

"Don't… please don't do this. You've got me here. Isn't that enough?"

"Not for me." He worked, a finger underneath the elastic of my panty leg. "I want to get inside that little quim of yours. I want to root in there until I cream you full…"

I snapped my hips forward, but Scott pressed the finger up against my cunt-mound. I hated what he was doing, but my body didn't seem to pick up the message. I felt the outer cunt-lips give. They were swollen out against the silken crotch piece already. They gave again and Scott's finger sank into the steamy, slick folds of my snatch with a slurp.

"Nhhuuuuu!"

"Feel good?"

"N-N-Nooo! Stop! Ohhhhh!"

"How about this?" He pinched my clit roughly.

My head flopped and my butt made wild circles. Then I felt his thumb. He had hooked my panty crotch completely out of the way and worked his thumb into the torn hollow where my cherry had been before Chris had taken it. With a sudden upward shove. Scott fucked me with his thumb and a finger. My cunt muscles closed down around his touch and I felt more hot juice seeping to the furred edges of my pussy.

"Ahhh… hot… you're really hot in there. I guess because you're so damned young."

"I… don't… want… Uhhnnnnn!"

"What don't you want, baby?" Scott laughed, working the thumb around in circles. The sucking sound of my pussy petals clasping and brushing against him made me weak. I tried to pull my body upwards by my bound wrists. It hurt and I lowered my body down over his hand again.

"What do you want from me?" I managed to get out. "Why are you keeping me here?"

"You'll know soon enough. It isn't any big secret."

Scott closed his teeth down on the nape of my neck and continued to fuck in and out of my pussy with his fingers. I went limp with passion. I hated him, but I couldn't escape the shivering thrills that jolted through my belly and thighs. I moaned for mercy. Scott didn't know what mercy was.

"If Chris knew… what you're doing…"

"Chris wouldn't do a thing." Scott forced my head and leaned over my shoulder to get teeth into my lips. I panted into his mouth, helpless to resist. "I bought Chris. So don't get any ideas about that."

I heard Scott snap out a knife blade. My heart stopped. I knew he was crazy. I just didn't know how crazy.

"You'd better hold still if you don't want me to cut you," he warned. The pressure against my thigh was cold and hard – the back of the blade. He was sliding it under my panty crotch. Then he gave a sharp downward jerk and the silk parted. It stuck to my thigh for a second since it was soaked with my cunt juice. Scott lifted the back of my panties up and I felt something like Vaseline being smeared between the crack of my ass.

"Nooo… not that again! You're an animal!"

"Yep!" He rubbed the thick, greasy stuff deeper, working it thoroughly around the dry knot of my asshole. Then he shoved suddenly with his middle finger and my bung was forced open. I choked on a scream as I felt him poke up into my guts as far as he could reach. My firm butt quivered like a rabbit on a stake!

"Yuuuhhhhhh!" The memory of Barry fucking my asshole came rushing back.

"Oh, so you like that do you? Something in your hot little ass!"

"Noooo! Ohhhh, pull it out. Please pull it out!"

He was feeling all around inside me! How could he do such a thing? It was so… twisted. Wasn't it? But no more twisted than what I'd almost done to Chris the night before, I vowed then and there never to have a man's cock in my mouth… ever! I'd stopped Scott from doing that this time. I couldn't help what he was doing now. My nipples stood out rigid and hot from my tits. I wished my body wouldn't run away with itself like it did. I was panting noisily, much as I hated that finger in my asshole. Scott urged it slowly in and out. The Vaseline crackled… a sexy sound even though I didn't want to admit it.

"Now you're warming up, sweetheart."

"Ohhh, you're the most awful person I've ever met."

"Wait'll I get my cock up your ass. Then we'll see how you talk."

"Ohhh, don't do that! I'm begging you."

Scott pulled his finger out of my guts so slowly that my asshole spasmed for a few seconds after he was gone. He wiped his hand off something. Then I felt him rubbing something on his prick. I jerked around, trying to close my legs, trying to ease the hanging weight on my hands. But Scott eased up behind me and I felt the flared barb of his exposed tip. He shoved it forcefully against my closed asshole. My guts bucked and I pinched my butt-cheeks tight against him. That was when I heard the click of a switch. A muted buzz filled the room. When I looked down, Scott had put his arms around my waist. He was holding something against my navel. Something shaped like a smooth, ivory bullet. The shivering tingle it gave to me was unbelievable! He was going to use a vibrator on me!

"You're really sick! Did you know that?"

"You won't be talking like that in a few minutes."

He smeared the oily tip of the plastic cock down my belly. He'd put oil on it or something. And the tickling sensations were like nothing I'd ever felt. I'd heard about vibrators. But like sucking and screwing in the ass, I'd always thought they were mostly fantasy.

The smooth point of the thing touched the beginning of my slit. Though he wasn't close to my clit yet, the rapidly vibrating bullet sent tingles of pleasure through my flesh. My clit bulged suddenly with blood and rose from its hood. I could feel it sliding out on its own juice, poking down between my outer labes like a tiny cock. And Scott rubbed his chest against my back then, cinched his arms tighter around my middle as he guided the terrible little device into my drenched gash. I trembled convulsively as my clit was turned into a fevered knot of madness. My toes splayed apart on the floor. Honey dripped from the swollen edges of my pussy. And again Scott tried to force his cock into my asshole from behind!

"You're so small… nice to grab ahold of."

"Don't… don't do this!"

"I like your hair, too."

Scott mouthed my long hair, kissed behind my ear. I twisted my head weakly away but he persisted, biting my neck, eating at the back of my jaw. And this time when he lunged, he caught me off guard. The vibrator had nursed me into a state of excitement that made my muscles give. His cock-tip gouged open the greased mess of my bung and I felt the flared ridge thump inside. Another lunge brought my feet up from the floor and made the ankle ropes tighten. I felt my shivering ass-cheeks slipping down over his prick-shaft. And at the same instant, he rammed the vibrator into my pussy!