"Marcy in heat" - читать интересную книгу автора (Cannon Jason)

CHAPTER NINE

Jason looked around the room until his eyes suddenly stopped on a girl Marcy knew only as Terry. She had seen her at meals and wandering the pounds now and then. She looked forlorn most of the time and Marcy had equated her demeanor with that of a whipped does.

"Tony," Jason said, his voice leveled in command. "Get up on that table!"

Marcy watched the girl hesitate for a moment it looked like she was sending out an appeal to Jason not to force her to do what he was commanding. He repeated the command.

She stepped on a chair and on up to the table. She was a petite, curvaceous redhead who wore jeans and a fluffy sweater that buttoned down the front.

"That's good," said Jason. "Now you will obey, Terry."

Marcy thought she saw a glint of life, a flash of rage in the girl's eyes. She sensed that Terry knew perfectly well that she was being used by Jason for a purpose having nothing to do with her.

Terry swiveled her head towards Marcy with a look that bordered on burning hatred. Then she seemed to make up her mind. She faced Jason again, with her legs slightly spread and her hands on her hips.

Marcy had no idea what was going to happen, but she sensed, from the expectant hush in the room, that it wasn't going to be pleasant.

"Good… good," Jason said with a smile, "even though you took too long to make up your mind, Terry. Now strip! We want to show Marcy how things are done around here."

Terry was obviously seething with humiliation and anger. Her hands trembled as her fingers slowly found the buttons on her jeans. It was clear to everyone that her mind was battling with her body. The fingers paused and then, without a word of protest, she obeyed.

She was wearing very little to begin with, so it didn't take a great deal of time to shed her clothing.

Kicking off her sandals, she slid the slacks down over her full, bronzed thighs, revealing a pair of sexy black panties, and then stepped out of the dungarees casually, kicking them carelessly onto the floor. Then she carefully and deliberately began to undo the buttons on her sweater, her eyes straight ahead.

She made no attempt at being sexy or seductive. There was no effort to sup out of her clothes in any semblance of a striptease. She just matter of factly undressed under the command of the leader.

There were widespread comments around the room as she finished the last button. She shrugged the sweater off her sleek tanned shoulders, baring her deep, widely spaced breasts and small dark-brown nipples. The girl was totally suntanned, with no white marks around her breasts where a bathing suit would normally be, indicating that she had spent a lot of time sunbathing in the nude.

Terry looked up to Jason. Again she placed her hands on her hips. "Enough?" It was the first word she had uttered.

Jason only smiled and folded his arms across his chest. Evidently that was not enough, because Terry shrugged and started rolling the bikini panties down over her hips until they hung by one toe. She flipped her foot and the panties fluttered to the floor.

Marcy couldn't help but observe that, naked, Terry was a beautiful girl. All the more reason, Marcy thought, why she was stupid to become a slave to Jason, or any man. Terry's pubic hair was a soft, reddish-brown, barely darker than the hair on her head. Beneath the furry mound her pink slit was clearly defined. It looked moist.

Terry stood upright again and seemed to throw her chest out in both pride and defiance. Her dark-brown nipples wore erect and extended.

What would they do now? Marcy thought. Would they order her to stand on the table and take her clothes off? Would she do it? Would she lower herself to obey Jason?

She didn't get a chance to find out. Jason strode across the room to the table, and smiled up at Terry. The girl waited, totally submissive, for any further instructions from Jason, as he ran his hand up between her legs.

"You see, Marcy? Terry will do what I ask her to do, as everyone here must do if we are to achieve independence from the outside. Terry wouldn't want to spread her cunt all over the world. But here, inside the family, she will… if I tell her to."

His hand had moved upward until it was buried in the fur covering Terry's pussy. She bent a little at the knees and spread her legs even farther to accommodate his caresses.

Jason rolled his head back to Marcy to make sure she was watching as he parted the lips of Terry's cunt and roughly drove two fingers up into her vaginal passage. "She loves me doing this to her. It doesn't matter if it's in front of everyone. She loves it because I'm doing it. Don't you, Terry?"

"I love it," Terry replied.

"Would you let me stick my cock up your ass, Terry. Right here… right now?"

"Yes, Jason," she said.

"Would you eat all the girls here and suck all the guys if I told you to, Terry?"

"Yes, Jason… I'd do anything you told me to do," Terry moaned, lowering her cunt further as if she would like to swallow his whole hand in its moist interior.

"You'd even fuck the beast if I told you to… wouldn't you, Terry?"

"Yes, Jason… I would fuck the beast," Terry said.

The next few minutes were lost by Marcy in a haze of unbelievability.

Terry opened her eyes. She started to object, but it was too late. He had drawn her knees up and forced her to straddle his hips. She was unable to resist the strength in his brawny arms. He drew her hips up high and then brought her down, hard, skewering her cunt with his massive, throbbing pole.

"Move your ass up and down!" he ordered.

Marcy was terrified and enthralled all at the same time. Then the wild scene was brushed from her eyes and she saw the tenor of the moment as the other men started to climb up on the table. One boy grabbed Terry's head and thrust the full length of his cock down her throat. The rest of them stood over her, fisting their cocks frantically. One boy came, his cream spurting out of his cock to land in huge, white gobs on Terry's breast.

It was too much for Marcy. She bolted from the room in disgust. No one tried to stop her as she ran headlong over the lawn and up the stairs to her room. She ripped the dreaded clothing of the order from her body and threw it across the room.

Just as she had finished getting back into her own clothes, Beth entered.

"Are you going to try and stop me?" Marcy said, curling her fingers at her sides like talons.

"From leaving?"

"Yes."

"Of course not. If you're foolish enough to go… you're free to go," she replied. "But where will you go? You've already told me what you did before leaving home."

"So what?" Marcy said defiantly.

"You're just like all the rest of us, Marcy. You've made your choice and you've burned your bridges behind you. There's no place for you to go… give up… stay! Believe me, you'll grow to love it here."

"No thanks," Marcy said, and headed for the door, her shoulders hunched in determination.

"But where will you go?"

"I don't know, but anywhere is better than here."

"Why… why, Marcy, why?"

"Beth…" Marcy said, turning and fixing the other girl with her eyes. "Get down on your knees."

"What?"

"Get down on your knees!"

"What for?" Beth said.

"Get down on your fucking knees!"

Marcy screamed, her voice like thunder in the room.

Beth crumpled to the floor on her knees, as if the other girl had struck her.

"There," Marcy said. "That's why."

The trip into Los Angeles was torture. She hitchhiked and it took three rides, all of them hell. After the episode of watching Terry, Marcy didn't feel like sex of any kind.

The first ride was with an elderly man who looked totally safe. They had only gone a few miles when he pulled off the main highway and sped down a lonely lane. At last, with total blackness and trees all around them, he rocked to a halt and turned to her the seat.

"Okay, little darlin'," he said, drool running from the corners of his mouth. "What you gonna give Daddy for this here ride?"

"What's Daddy want?" she said. "Some of your sweet pussy, honey."

"I can't… I'm sick," Marcy replied. "Then gimme a blow job!"

"I don't blow."

"Then get the fuck out!"

It took her a half-hour to find the highway again, and another half-hour to get a ride. This time it was with two young girls. They seemed nice enough, and said they were going all the way to L.A.

Marcy was in the back seat and almost asleep when a strange odor began to permeate the car. She came awake with a start when she realized it was pot.

"You want a pull?" said the girl driving, holding the brown cigarette over her shoulder.

"No thanks," Marcy said. "Do you think you really should smoke while you're driving?"

"Jesus, we got us a square."

"Yeah… get stoned, honey. It's the only way to live."

Marcy bit her lip and tried to settle back into the seat. It was impossible. The car was hurtling at over a hundred miles an hour down the highway and only now and then finding its own lane.

"It's a way to die, too," Marcy said, unable to sit still any more. "Let me out."

"Take it easy, honey," said the driver. "If we wreck this, I'll just get another one."

Marcy leaned over the front seat, turned the engine off, and pulled the keys from the ignition. She then rolled the window down and held the keys outside the car.

"Pull over or I'll drop 'em," she said.

The girl grumbled, but pulled over to the side of the road. Marcy got out, flipped the keys bock to her, and walked away.

The next car contained a couple. They had been to Las Vegas, and they had won. "We been celebratin', honey, but don't worry, I haven't had that many."

They were the Wills, Erica and Don. He was about fifty and she was somewhere in her early forties. They seemed very nice and chattered any about everything that popped into their minds. They even noticed that Marcy was chilly and told her to wrap up in the coats they had thrown into the back seat.

By the time they reached the city, Marcy had snuggled down into the seat. She was warm, comfortable, and didn't want the trip to end.

"Say," Don called over his shoulder, "our daughter is spending the night at a friend's. She won't be back until morning… why don't you just come on home with us. You can sleep in her room tonight."

If there was anything Marcy wanted more than anything else in the world at that moment, it was warm, comfortable bed and a good night's sleep.

"I'd love to," she replied, and closed her eyes again.

She didn't see the smirking, knowing look that passed between the couple in the front seat.

Erica took her light up to their daughter's room, turned down the bed, and laid out a nightdress for her.

"Thank you so much," Marcy said.

"That's all right, honey," the woman replied. "The bathroom's right in there." She put her arms around Marcy, squeezed her tenderly, and left.

Marcy submerged herself in a hot bath and used every lotion, powder and perfume she found on the shelf.

She then climbed into the garment and practically fell into the bed. Her head barely touched the pillow before she was sound asleep.

She was awakened by something wet rubbing against her lips and her hair was being pulled. She opened her eyes to see Don on his knees beside her head. He had one hand wrapped in her hair and he was running the seeping head of his cock over her face with the other.

"Come on, honey," he said. "Suck on it a little and get it real hard and then I'll pour it to ya."

"No…" Marcy said, "no, I don't want to."

"Sure you do, honey. C'mon, suck it a little for ol' Don."

"I don't want any sex," Marcy said. "I just want to get some sleep."

"I don't get a chance at somethin' as nice as you very often," he said. "Suck it a little, Marcy."

"Please… I just want to sleep."

"Suck it… and then you can sleep."

She rolled her eyes up to his. She could see that it was going to be no use. If she didn't give him what he wanted, he would never let her alone.

"What about your wife?" Marcy asked.

"Erica? Don't worry about her. Here… take it… take my peter in your sweet, juicy mouth!"

"Oh shit," Marcy said, shrugging and thinking what the hell.

Marcy pulled her knees under her and wrapped her arms around his buttocks. She pulled herself up until her face was at his crotch. Her pink tongue shot out of her mouth in short, fast strokes. She covered the sides of his cock and started to work on the balls. She took most of his scrotum in her mouth and worked his balls against the warm, wet sides of her mouth with the rise and thrust of her tongue. She spat out the nuts and nippled his scrotum playfully.

"Yeah… yeah, that's it," he groaned. "Suck it now!"

She wrapped her lips around the smooth, fleshy end of the cock. The warmth of her mouth caused it to jump and stiffen slightly. She opened her mouth wider and admitted the shaft all the way to the back of her throat. Then she sucked in her cheeks and began the pressure. He reached down, grabbed two fistfuls of hair, and pressed her head into his groin.

Her tongue flicked up and down the length of his stiffening cock. She accelerated her movements. His hands were gripping her head tightly and rocking it back and forth, up and down in a rising frenzy. She pulled her lips back from over her teeth, letting them run on the wetly shining flesh.

"I want to fuck you," he said, pulling his rigid cock from her mouth. "I want to pour my cock into your cunt and come inside you."

Oh Jesus, she thought, rolling over on her back. She spread her legs apart and pried open the lips of her pussy with the fingers of both hands. "All right," she groaned. "Go ahead. But hurry up!"

He crawled between her legs and held his cock like a spear at her vaginal opening. Using the thick rubbery head of his cock, he parted the soft hair-lined lips of her vagina. Marcy turned her head to one side, closing her eyes and no longer caring to watch what was going on.

He flicked his hips forward slightly.

Levering up on her with his cruel powerful shoulder muscles, he pushed again. Christ, she was tight! he thought to himself, feeling the hard rubbery tip of his cock pop suddenly up into the narrow passage.

Then he grinned arrogantly and forced his cock up inside her another inch or two, feeling the hot moist walls of her tightly clasped cuntal passage yield unwillingly before the inexorable force of his driving hardness. He flexed his buttock muscles tightly and shoved himself home, burying his long thick rod in her to the hilt and pushing the soft flesh of her cunt before him in softly rippling waves.

"You like it, huh, baby? Is it good for ya'!" he said, flexing the muscles in his ass and pounding his cock into her.

"Just fuck it, will ya!" Marcy hissed, refusing to move a muscle to help him.

He raised himself higher, jamming his cock nearly straight down into her. It increased the pressure on the barrel of his shaft and heightened the friction on his throbbing cockhead. In no time he felt himself spurting.

Marcy felt it too and wriggled out from underneath him, while his cock continued to shoot.

"Now, go to bed… please," Marcy said.

She was about to crawl back under the covers when the room was bathed in light. Erica stood right beside the bed. She was stark naked.

"Bravo… bravo, Don honey!" she shouted. "I've never seen you better. Now it's my turn. Let's have a real party?"

The woman had just swung her ass over Marcy's face when the girl rolled from beneath her and off the bed.

"What's the matter, honey? It's okay… Don and I swing all the time."

"Not me." Marcy said, climbing back into her clothes. "I pick my own sex partners… they don't pick me."