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

CHAPTER EIGHT

Marcy awoke with sunlight streaming into her eyes through an open window. Outside she could see the desert rolling as far as the eye could see, until it became mountains and then blue sky.

The bed was clean, with freshly laundered sheets and a thin comforter. Beneath the sheets she was nude, and her body ached with bruises. When she moved, her head hurt worse. She touched it and found it swathed in a thick cumbersome bandage.

The door opened. "Oh, you're awake. Good… think you can eat some soup?"

"A… I guess. Come to think of it, I am hungry."

She was dressed in black, like a nun's habit, Marcy thought, only it was different. The cut was stylish, almost sexy, as it hugged her thin waist and full, flaring hips. Her breasts weren't large but the cut of the bodice accentuated them and drew attention to their firmness. The nipples had been activated into hardness by the friction of the material and they stood out prominently.

Marcy thought it strange that she wore no bra, then she remembered the language she had heard just before she had passed out.

The woman placed the tray across Marcy's lap and fluffed the pillows behind her. She tenderly held Marcy's head so the girl could slide up to a hitting position behind the tray. As she did, the sheet slipped down and her breasts spilled over the top to sway, naked, above the tray.

"Oh," Marcy said, pulling the sheet up to cover them.

"What's the matter?"

"Is there a robe or something…?" Marcy stammered.

"What for?" she said, smiling at Marcy's embarrassment. "Are you afraid of showing your breasts? You shouldn't be… they're beautiful."

Marcy's mouth dropped open as the woman pulled the sheet down from Marcy's breasts and cupped one in her hand. She was even more surprised when the woman leaned her head close and tenderly darted her tongue around the pink nipple.

Marcy's body shook. She didn't understand and she started to say so.

"Don't talk now… eat! I'll be back."

Marcy devoured all the food on the tray and immediately went back to sleep. She awoke to find the room in semidarkness and the nun sitting on the bed beside her.

Only now she wasn't a nun. She was a beautiful girl, not too many years older than Marcy, and she was naked. She was also running her hands all over Marcy's body beneath the sheet.

Marcy started to sit up but a hand on each of her breasts gently pushed her back. "Relax… you're probably still a little shaky. This will relax you. According to your driver's license, your name is Marcy. Right?"

"Ye… yes," Marcy stammered.

"I'm Beth," she replied. "And the other girl with me when we found you getting beat up by those two bastard pricks is Norma."

"But… but I thought…"

"What?"

"I thought you were nuns," Marcy said, unable to keep her body still under the expertly massaging hands.

"In a way we are," Beth replied. "You might call us Black Collar Nuns… and if we worship anything, it's the body, and each other."

"You mean… sex?" Marcy said, her mind going back to Bruce Moran and what he had said about the church he wanted to build.

"Yes…" Beth said, "sex. Do you like sex, Marcy?"

"Yes…" Marcy replied, spreading her legs as the other girl's fingers probed at the soft lips of her pussy. "I thought you did," Beth said, "or I wouldn't have undressed and started something like this so soon. You see, that's all you talked about in your sleep. Does that feel good… my fingers up in you like that?"

"Yes… Oh God, yes it does," Marcy replied.

"Do you feel like making love, Marcy? Does your head hurt too much?"

"No… it only hurts a little and… and what you're doing down there feels so good."

"You're very lovely," Beth said, crawling under the sheet and stretching out beside Marcy. "Your pussy feels warm and inviting." She opened her thighs over Marcy's leg and settled the damp furriness of her own wet pussy down over the girl's flesh. It felt like a hot brand on Marcy's leg and she immediately started rubbing against the other girl.

"I love your breasts," Beth said.

"Suck on them if you want to," Marcy replied.

"You've made love with a woman before, haven't you, Marcy?"

"Once," Marcy said, thinking of the brief session with Wilma Dale. "But not for very long… well, it was with a man at the same time."

"Then you've got a treat coming," Beth said, running her hand again between Marcy's thighs and deftly inserting two fingers deep in her vaginal opening. Juices welled from it and ran into the girl's palm.

Marcy swayed and moaned beneath her. If she had any doubts about the total thrill of receiving love from another woman, they were quickly dispelled by the quick dartings of Beth's tongue inside her mouth, and the fiery friction of the fingers in her pussy.

Marcy clutched the other girl's body to her own, so that her own magnificent breasts mashed against the smaller ones and the heat from both their nipples surged through their bodies.

"You're really hot, aren't you?" Beth said.

"Yes… oh yes I am," Marcy replied, rubbing her thigh harder against Beth's seething pussy.

"Yea," Beth said, "you're going to like it heft… you're going to fit right in."

Marcy didn't know what Beth meant but, at that moment, she didn't care. The finger in her cunt seemed to be burning a hot trail up her channel and her mind was buzzing with lust as she felt the warm tip of a tongue caress her inner ear.

"Oh, now!" Marcy cried as she felt Beth's warm, soft body cover hers and the other girl's hair-covered pubic bone press into her clitoris. She arched her back and matched Beth's movements with her eyes shut tightly in passion and her nails raking the other girl's buttocks.

Suddenly, Beth had stopped. She had straightened her arms and now hovered above Marcy, looking down at her breasts where they spread out, completely covering her chest.

"Oh, fuck me!" Marcy begged, encircling the other girl's neck with her anus. "Fuck me with your tongue… suck me! Rub me off with your pussy… do anything you want to do!"

"You're beautiful," Beth said, and moved her head downward until it was buried between Marcy's silky thighs.

Her tongue probed lovingly between the moist lips as her hands kneaded her breasts and ran like tickling feathers over her heaving hips and throbbing thighs.

Marcy lifted her buttocks from the bed and Beth grasped her hips at the same time, pulling the hungry pussy closer and closer against her mouth. Beth sank her hot tongue into Marcy's body, then withdrew it slowly, only to sink it in again, deeper and deeper.

Marcy moaned and writhed in ecstasy as the other girl sucked and licked until she thought her pussy would be turned inside out. "More… more like that," she moaned. "It feels like you're sucking the soul from my body."

Yes, oh yes. Beth thought as she felt the hot body beneath her erupt in orgasm. That's exactly what I'm doing… sucking the very soul from your beautiful body!

In less than a week Marcy was up and around. She felt wonderful. The strength was back in her body and there was something about the place that made her feel as though, at last, she had found what, she was looking for… freedom to do whatever she wanted to do, whenever she wanted to do it.

The night after Beth had made love to her, Norma had done the same. On the third night, both girls had come to her, and she had loved their cunts with the same passion they had showered on her.

By the last evening of her convalescence, she had not tired of the girl-to-girl lovemaking, but she had begun to desire a man. Beth and Norma seemed to read her thoughts when Marcy asked them if there were only girls in the camp.

Beth only smiled and reassured her that there were also men… many men. That night, after a particularly wild session between the three girls, Beth and Norma silently climbed back into their robes and left the room.

A few minutes later, a man in a large dark robe entered her room. She was frightened because she couldn't see his… she knew it was a man because of his huge bulk. Her fears were calmed when he approached the bed and spoke to her in a deep, soft voice that seemed to have a hypnotic effect on her.

"Marcy?"

"Yes."

"I am Jason."

"You are as beautiful as the sisters have told me, Marcy."

"Thank you."

"Are you afraid?"

"I don't think so," she said, and gasped in awe as he shrugged the cloak from his shoulders and stood naked before her in the dim light.

He was unbelievably handsome, with long, golden hair that nearly reached his shoulders. His chest was nearly hairless and heavily muscled, as was the rest of his tall frame.

Standing straight out from the golden hair at his groin was the biggest, hardest cock Marcy had ever seen. It was as thick as her wrist and the throbbing head at the end of the shaft was as round as her fist.

She automatically reached for it and he took a few steps closer to the bed. She grasped the heavy barrel and bent it downward even with his tremendous height and her lying flat on the bed, the spent-dripping cockhead nearly touched her lips.

Marcy wrapped both her hands around the barrel, near the hilt. She moved her hands forward until the skin flowed over the knob and the flew crown disappeared. She released the pressure and the big head popped back into view, the staff behind now much harder and swelling to its full length before her mesmerized gaze.

Her cunt started to tingle as she watched the veins stand out in his cock as if they were talking to her, urging her to play with it some more. The more Marcy wrestled with his cock and the harder it got, the less she could keep her body still.

He put his arms around her neck and pulled her beautiful face toward him. His kiss was like fire as his tongue found hers in quick, darting movements. She returned the kiss with her own, probing and searching his mouth, tasting its desire.

"What a beautiful cock," she sighed, rubbing the head around her navel.

"What a beautiful body," he replied. "You've got the kind of a body that can take a lot of cock, Marcy."

She moved her body against his, losing herself in the rapture of desire. His skin rippled under her touch, as her fingers moved across the well-muscled shoulders and down to the small of his back. He kissed each part of her body. She answered his touch with slow ripples of her skin that told him he was driving her near the same peak of passion.

He rocked back on his haunches to look at her beautiful body, his cock dangling right at the opening to her muff. She raised her hips as if she could suck the huge shaft into her with just the pressure of her need. Her eyes were glazed as she looked up at him and smiled.

"Do anything," she said, "anything you want!"

He took her legs and placed them on his shoulders. Gently, he moved his head between her thighs, kissing her soft skin. Wider and wider he spread her legs, until, at last, he felt the soft, wiry pubic hair on her nest tickle his chin and lips. He probed with his tongue, tasting her juices. She moved in a spasm of pleasure, thrusting her wet cunt upward to his face.

He rocked his head from side to side, matching the rhythm of her hips. His tongue became a fork of hot flame shooting through her body. He did everything just exactly right. She was lost in the lust of the moment but she sensed his ability to stay absolutely cool while he was eating her cunt.

"Suck it, suck it!" she cried. She arched her back, driving her hips against him, grinding her wet mass of matted cunt hair into his face to attain the full extent of pleasure from his probing tongue. "Yes, now," she gasped, "I'm coming!"

She raised her legs, freeing her ankles from his grasp, and locked her thighs around his head. Tighter and tighter she squeezed and then she relaxed with a long, wailing cry.

"Now fuck me!" she said. "Let me feel that big hunk inside me!"

He rubbed the head of his cock against her, up and down the soggy slit. Then he sank his fingers into her dampness, working expertly, increasing her need and her passion again.

Her nostrils caught the mesmerizing scent of her own spunk coming from between her legs. Her belly was smooth as velvet as she hunched up against his. He thrust, and she cried out in pleasurable pain as she felt him enter her in a long, smooth movement.

She threw her hips upward, arching her back and sending her splayed-open cunt up to meet his driving cock. Deeper and deeper into her he went. Her mind reeled. Her breath came fast and heavy.

"More, MORE! All of it! Give me all of it! Oh, God, what a cock!" She begged him over and over to pound his meat into her cunt. "Come!" she shouted. "Come with me!"

He drove deep inside her and ground his pubic bone against hers. The juices from her cunt poured out around his cock and balls as her pent-up release let go. Then he felt her passionate release carry her above and beyond fulfillment. She added to her own pleasure by again arching herself toward him, grinding her hips against him, taking all of him, swallowing his cock in her hot slit, trying to get him off with her.

She came until her body seemed racked with pain. She fell back and watched him slowly withdraw his huge cock from her cunt.

"You didn't come," she said. "I'm sorry. Keep fucking me until you do if you want to."

"I like to come another way," he said, rolling her body over. He had spoken between clenched teeth, and his voice was no longer soothing.

"What are you doing?" Marcy cried.

"Teaching you obedience," he said. "Obedience is very important here… and obedience to Jason is mandatory. Now raise your ass!"

"Oh no… NO!" she cried. "I can't… you're way too big! I can't!"

"You will," he said, striking her hard across the ass with the flat of his hand. "It is part of the obedience."

First he spread her legs and then the cheeks of her ass. Then he pressed his finger into her tight, puckered asshole and wiggled it. She squirmed more from surprise than pain. She had been fucked this way before but never by a monster as big as Jason. She was frying to dither away again when his hands became vises on her hips, drawing her back into him. Then she felt the monstrous cockhead at her asshole.

Marcy couldn't believe that he actually meant to do it. And what in the world, she thought, was all this crap about obedience?

Jason reached around and clasped her breasts. Feeling his hands on her tits aroused her and distracted her a bit from his pressing against her anus. As he worked on her breasts, his hard penis moved forward against her hole until she felt a sharp pain. He was actually spreading her asshole open!

She could feel his body tensing as he strained harder. Suddenly the pain was excruciating. His cockhead had popped through her sphincter muscle. When she tightened her anus she could feel his thick round prick inside her. She could also feel his perspiration dripping on her shoulder and hear his excited breathing. Slowly he showed the long, swollen length of his hardened rod into her ass. She could feel it as it moved deeper into her. The pain was intense.

"Oh, Jason, stop! It buns so much!"

"Quiet!"

He began pumping into her, pulling his cock out to the head, which he was careful not to let slip out, and then sliding it back in.

She wanted him to stop. It hurt and was the weirdest feeling she had ever experienced. When he began increasing his tempo and pumping harder, it hurt more than ever, and she couldn't help but emit little sounds of pain. But it seemed as though Jason was in his own world, oblivious to her discomfort. He was groaning into her ear and his whole body was shaking.

As he slid his cock in and out of her, she lifted her ass to meet his driving organ. She wanted to make him come and end the torture he was inflicting on her body. Also, the thought entered her mind that he was now more excited than before, when he had fucked her cunt. Then he had been like a machine, instead of a lover. That thought jolted her.

"That's it! That's it!" he said. "It feels good, doesn't it? Fuck back! Fuck back! Fuck back on my hot cock! That's it! Ohhhhhh!"

Jason took her buttocks in his hands and moved her back and forth so that her body was moving as fast as his.

He filled her completely from the rear, jamming his huge organ into her, ripping at her tender flesh and filling her belly with his cream. Her face was jammed into the mattress until she could hardly breathe. That, plus the intense pain coupled to cause a crazy whining sensation in her brain.

Just before she passed out, she felt his weight lift from her body and his words as he opened the door: "You will obey… like all the others. Marcy, you will obey!"

The next morning Marcy felt used and worn out, but her spirits were lifted when Beth brought her some clothes and told her that she was well enough to leave her bed.

Norma joined them and they made a tour of the whole camp. Marcy was amazed. It was like a city, complete within itself, clear out in the desert. Beth explained that they had over, fifty brothers and sisters, and more coming all the time.

"But I don't understand," Marcy said. "How do you live?"

"Under Jason's guidance. We grow much of our own crops, and then, of course, there are those of us who were very wealthy when we came here. All our previous wealth is given to Jason. He is brilliant. He makes good investments that help support us."

"And then there are the gifts," Norma added.

"Gifts… you mean, people give you money?" Marcy asked, dumbfounded.

"Oh yes," Norma continued. "There are people who love sex and who believe as we do, but they haven't the courage to leave the outside world. They can only came here and enjoy our freedom now and then."

"And when they do, they leave gifts for us with Jason," Beth said.

"You mean they come here and get fucked when they get the urge?" Marcy said.

"No! It's not like that at nil. We all give our bodies," Norma said, a dreamy light in her eyes.

"And Jason collects the money," Marcy said. "You know, that's little more than prostitution."

Beth's arm whipped out like a striking snake and slapped Marcy across the face. "That's a lie!"

"How do you figure?" said Marcy, her own anger rising. "If some ugly, fat slob comes up here for a weekend and Jason tells you to fuck him… don't tell me you do it."

"Of course I do it," Beth replied, her face crimson. "I obey… it's the only way to freedom from the outside."

"Well, I'm not fucking anybody I don't feel like fucking," Marcy said. "That's not the kind of freedom I'm looking for."

"You will learn," Beth replied.

Three more days and nights went by. Jason didn't come back to her room again, and neither did Beth or Norma.

And then, on the evening of the fourth day, Beth came for her. She carried a habit much like her own, but without the hood or the black collar.

"Put this on!"

"What for?" Marcy said.

"Because I told you to… you must learn to obey, Marcy, if you expect to be one of us and enjoy the freedom we enjoy."

To avoid a useless philosophical argument, Marcy put the garment on and followed the other girl to the "great hall". It turned out to be the dining room, with all the tables removed and the benches lined up on the sides.

Jason was sitting at the end of the room like some kind of king on a throne. He motioned Marcy forward. What a pompous ass, she thought as she walked to the end of the room and stood defiantly in front of him.

"The rules of our order have been explained to you, Marcy. Are you ready to obey?"

"To join our order you must obey. Do I understand that you don't want to become one of us?"

"That's right. What will you do… keep me a prisoner?"

"Of course not," Jason replied. "We'll return you to the outside if you wish to go, but before you make your decision, let me show you someone who, six months ago, left us, and came back."