Around the quartet of women, the three men watched intently for some time, until their speechless awe gave way to a more aggressive mood.
“Take Kathy Ann’s ass, Bo,” Zack goaded his friend who had been gazing fondly at the woman’s round globes and the slick slit in-between. Bo needed no more encouragement. He dropped to his knees and crawled forward, his fingers moving quickly. They fingered both openings with deep, long strokes, mimicking what he’d do with his cock. Lightning flashed again, brightening all their faces like a pulsing strobe light.
While Bo worked Kathy Ann, Zack planted his face against Daphne’s crotch. She was lying on her side and he needed only to open her thighs and press his lips to her snatch to have her juices flowing over his face. He felt her start when he nibbled the tender pubic mound that Emerson earlier bruised. He rather liked the way she groaned, hurting. He didn’t care if he hurt her more—another sign of his sadistic appetite.
While somewhere in the back of her mind Daphne might have recorded Zack’s aggressive moves, she was too pre-occupied with one of Veronica’s breasts to pay much attention.
Emerson, the last of the men to join the assault, slapped Penelope’s upturned ass to a reddened frenzy, interrupting her plans for Veronica’s cunt. He listened with a sneering smile to her grunt and caw, noting that her suffering only inspired his sadistic pleasure even more. He finally pushed the slut away and took the girl himself, planting his erection in Veronica X’s lush pussy. Leaning over her beautiful body, he fucked her with long and deliberate strokes. This might well be the last time he’d look down at her face and feel that pang of regret when he failed to see the light in her eyes. Her knew they were beautiful eyes, green, snapping, wide, intelligent eyes. How horrible to have hid them away so long!
A lightning bolt suddenly crackled outside the windows; thunder sounded with a deafening crack. The storm was on them now, right overhead and in the trees, swallowing them in its terrible power. As the house shook from nature’s fuming rage, the old floorboards in the creaky house shook with the sexual violence erupting from the bodies strewn across the floor.
Emerson fucked the defrocked virgin hard, while Penelope ran her tongue along his bottom’s crevice from his anus to his prostate to the balls dangling below. She held his balls in her palm, preventing them from battering back and forth as he rammed the captive. And when his movement slowed, she opened her mouth and washed them with her tongue.
“Oh! Goddam!” he groaned half under his breath as he pumped his seed inside the girl’s cunt. “Goddam, yes, yes, yes, you slut!” over and over, again and again until he collapsed in an exhausted heap. The girl wanted to cum too, but he pulled out too fast to assist in her desire. Poised and ready on the sidelines, the waiting Zack would do the honors.
While Emerson and Zack took their pleasure from the captive, Bo found his cock a place to cum in Kathy Ann’s ass. Lodged inside her happily wiggling hole, he rode her like she belonged to him, and for that moment, it seemed she did.
“Yes, yes, harder,” she screamed, as her body jerked in a fitful dance.
As Kathy Ann screamed, the captive screamed too, while Zack rammed his erection with the might of ten men’s desire firing his lust. The storm outside the fragile walls fired him with every crack of lightning that split the dark and rain-swollen night.
Bo had taken charge of the crying, ranting Kathy Ann and moved her away from Veronica’s gaping mouth. In her place, Daphne moved in, straddling the girl’s head and parking her needy pussy against her lips and tongue. While the girl worked the pungent smelling portal, Emerson stood over his wife and presented his flagging erection to her lips. In her heated stupor, Daphne took his penis into her mouth and sucked. Her tongue wound its way around the head, making circles along the shaft that she alternately jacked with her free hand. The once wasted cock grew in size as Emerson’s need escalated once again. Finally, ready to cum, he took charge of the blowjob and jammed himself inside his wife’s open mouth. Her back arced, her head tipped, chin raised, she swallowed the organ as deep inside her throat as she could manage. She had little choice with this beastly demon demanding what its owner claimed as his.
For a while, Daphne forgot what was happening between her legs. But it all came back when she felt an unknown finger poking her ass from below. This was Penelope, who at the same time kissed Zack in hasty tongue-probing kisses.
When Emerson’s erection was firm and fired for another finish, he pulled out of his wife’s mouth and drew Penelope from the floor to a nearby couch. Standing now, he bent her over and lunged with his full force into her ass, allowing her tight muscles to work his cock to another climax. He spanked Penelope’s ass, then spanked it again, and paused to watch the burn rise in a blanket of red across her skin. His arousal increased; hers soared. They’d continue to fuck, and at least for those few minutes, they settled their vigorous clash of wills.
Behind the furious battle on the floor, the rumbling thunder had begun to diminish as the storm moved on beyond them toward another forest. Something was changing in the house as well. Like a bell had suddenly rung to signal the finally lap of a thunderous car race, the frenzied bodies prepared to cum in a final show of their mutual lust. But the six were seven now, with Veronica as important to their band of madness as any one of the others. For the last few minutes of their screwing, they seemed to be one mind, one soul, connected in the churning, agitated moments prior to climax, one in their breath, in their kissing, in their sexual movements … until, at last, Daphne swooned on Veronica’s face… and Emerson came again in Penelope’s ass … and Penelope jerked as she gave up control to a force she loved and despised … and Bo and Kathy, doing each other with deliberate care, finally vented together in a finish they would not forget.
Zack had already cum in the captive, and was now on Veronica’s cunt with his mouth, ensuring that her orgasm would take hold and shake her hard. The night would leave no one out.
Once the last fainting gasps of climax lifted into the turgid air, the house was nearly silent for a time.
Then Daphne giggled, and Kathy Ann followed with a silly snort, and the feeling of mirth and delight spread through the weary seven. The moment didn’t last long, but it was a memory, perhaps the best memory they would have of those long weeks following the abduction of Veronica X. Afterwards, they were all too tired even for their laughter.
The rain pelted the ground in hard beating showers. Fitting. A metaphor, perhaps. The air had cleared and the tired despair that had surfaced in the six abductors seemed to have fled.
Penelope, Veronica and Daphne slept cuddled together on the rug. Zack was nearby. And coupled together on the couch were Kathy Ann and Bo, while Emerson crashed on the opposite couch. The lumpy old sofa was uncomfortable and he wouldn’t last the night, but he was too exhausted to move.
The rain died off about two in the morning, leaving just the sounds of the trees dripping water on the roof and the rain gutters dripping runoff into puddles on the ground. Dark clouds still swirled overhead, and flashes of distant lightning still brightened the room, but only intermittently now.
About three o’clock, Emerson finally peeled himself from the couch and fished his captive from the center of her female friends. Taking her downstairs, he locked Veronica X’s listless, smiling body into her cell, where she resumed her easy slumber on the hard pallet.
With that done, he returned to the living room for his wife and the two stumbled up the stairs.
It was dawn when Daphne briefly awoke. She turned over in bed and opened her eyes, seeing an awake Emerson staring into the ceiling.
“I can’t believe you can’t sleep,” she said with a tired sigh.
He briefly turned, acknowledging her.
“I’m fine.”
She watched him, which she was good at doing. She could almost read his thoughts, but was unsure this time what he might be thinking. She did, however, know her own thoughts. Whether it was the right time to voice them or not, she r
eally didn’t care.
“You know, Emerson, you have to end this, now. You have to give the girl back.”
He looked at her, mildly annoyed, “You think I don’t know that?” he said, as if he’d been thinking it all along.
“But I think you’re scared to end it,” she said. “Scared to let her go—and not so much because you’re worried that she’ll put us in jail. You don’t want to lose what you have with her.”
“You really think that?”
“Yes, I do. But you are going to have to lose her and everything she is to you. Now. Not in a few weeks but now.”
“And why do you say that?” he wondered.
“Because I won’t stay,” she said firmly, “and neither will the others if you continue this insanity.”
He sighed a knowing sigh of resignation. “I know, Daphne, I know. Enough now. Let’s sleep.”
***
Sadie
Obviously, the real life ending differed greatly from Emerson Gray’s book?
Daphne
The book was fiction. She felt weary that she had to repeat this.
Sadie
And you were the one who precipitated the ending. How interesting.
Daphne
Why not me? Although it could have easily been one of the others. We all had our reasons. We all knew the truth. Zack was restless, Bo was getting bored and he had a newspaper assignment that was going to take him overseas—to Vietnam—he couldn’t pass that up. Kathy Ann had never really resigned herself to the whole thing and would have split with one word from Zack—interesting how she ended up with Bo that night. Penelope… Penelope just knew, just as I did, that it was time to change. Any one of us might have told him. I happen to think I was the first because I had the first chance. But it’s possible that any of the others had said something to Emerson before the night of the thunderstorm.
I guess even the great power of the universe was giving us a gift and a message with that storm. The electricity, the fiery display of earthy passion triggered the orgy, which we all needed—my punishment had been just the start, but it wasn’t enough. The storm brought Veronica X into our midst where we could thank her properly and anything else would have been anti-climactic after that. I know that Emerson understood that even as he brought her upstairs and the orgy began. He knew. It was right, perfect, better than perfect, better than any of us could imagine it ending. It was probably more than any of us deserved for what we’d done.
Sadie shaking her head sadly
I find it sad that you never looked her in the eye.
Daphne
No. I think that was exactly as it should have been. We didn’t have the right to know her better.
***
Bo and Penelope promised to keep Daphne company until Emerson returned, while Kathy Ann split as soon as she heard the news from Emerson—the day after the storm. Kathy said it was just as well, she wanted to return to her sister’s in Maine to finish her book. She was quite elated about both leaving and the book. She and Zack shared a long, tender goodbye that seemed to settle for the moment her ever-present yearning for the man. Although he could never satisfy her completely. Everyone, including Kathy Ann, knew he was just faking the affection. They would never be like this again. If for that reason only, Kathy Ann would never denigrate the weeks and months she was part of the Writers’ Club.
Emerson and Zack left with Veronica X bound in the back seat of the car they’d used to abduct her. However, her return to the real world would be much different than her taking.
Before they left, she sat in street clothes blindfolded, on the living room couch, looking a little prissy in the plaid skirt and the pink sweater Emerson gave her to wear.
“I’ll be leaving you at a busy bus station in a large city,” he explained to her. “You’ll have a suitcase of new clothes, nice clothes, and an envelope in your purse with enough money to get you anywhere you want to go. It fact, there should be enough to survive on for several months if you’re reasonably frugal.
“It will be your choice from there. As far as the newspapers go, reports of your disappearance died away after the first three weeks. There was a rash of other crimes in the city, a lot of nasty news about the war, and I guess since you were new in town, without too many friends, according to reports, there were not enough inquiries to keep the investigation active. Interesting there has been some speculation, a tip from someone you worked with, that suggested you’d taken off for Florida. Anyway, you can handle your return to world any way you want. It’s certainly not for me, for us, to decide. But there is a card inside your purse. It has the name of a New York talent agent who I think will treat you very well, if you still want to take your acting somewhere. It’s the least we can do. I have a hunch, Veronica…” he stopped, not sure if he wanted to go further.
“A hunch about what?” she asked with definite interest.
“A hunch that there are big things in store for you. I’d like to see that happen. I really would. We all would.”
He expected her to say something like, “What? So I won’t try and track you down?” But she didn’t say anything. She just nodded. Her lips were pursed like she was deep in thought.
Zack drove, while Emerson sat beside him in the front seat and Veronica was tied in backseat out of sight. They changed cars at Zack’s family estate, locking the Dodge in a barn and taking another of the aging vehicles that had been gathering dust. His dad had been somewhat of a collector when Zack was twelve, but after a few years, he abandoned that passion for a better one—chasing women—in the aftermath of his messy divorce. Like many of the family’s extensive holdings, the cars were pretty much Zack’s to do with as he pleased. The pale grey Buick took them West into Pennsylvania. It would eventually be crashed into a brick wall after Veronica was out of the picture. For that, they’d probably take it as far as Ohio before they finished that task and sold the remains to a junk dealer.
These detailed procedures were Emerson’s. Like all his plans for the days following Veronica X’s return to the world, they were designed to minimize her knowledge of her abductors, and her ability to have them found, should she be so inclined. She hadn’t seen their faces. She hadn’t learned their names—as far as he knew. He’d even thought to handle all her things, the suitcase, the envelope, the money, everything with gloves, so he’d leave no trace of fingerprints. These were insurance measures—for Kathy Ann, Bo, Penelope, Zack and Daphne. They would want to see his efforts to make certain the girl and the police would find it difficult to track them down. Of course, he also had the film of her begging for sex, which he hoped he’d never have to use.
But while he attended to every detail with great care, he knew all this careful planning wouldn’t be necessary. Veronica X would not be turning them in. She wouldn’t be telling a soul. Unless he gravely miscalculated his influence over her and the transformation she’d made during her weeks in captivity, she would live with the memory, finding it chilling, and at the same time sweet and enlightening. As he forecast from the very beginning, on the first day she was in the cellar, she would believe that her time with them was ‘an outstanding moment of her life, the singular experience on which the rest of her life will hinge… the fulcrum between the time before with its wasted, useless years, and the time after, which will be more amazing that she ever could imagine.’
Emerson couldn’t see it any other way than exactly as he so painstakingly designed.
The Buick pulled up in front of the bus station. In all they’d driven over three hundred miles from the house. According to plan, Zack hopped out of the car and immediately went inside the terminal, losing himself in the crowd so he could spy on the girl after she was finally set free.
With Zack gone, Emerson reached over the back of the seat and untied her hands.“You can sit up now,” he said. “And I’d take the blindfold off.”
He turned back, facing forward. He’d worn a dark hooded sweatshirt that he tied tightly around his neck. His ha
nds were gloved; he wore a basic pair of blue jeans; and a good deal of his visible face was covered with sunglasses. The mustache he’d grown over the last few weeks would be shaved off that night. It was disguise enough, still risky, but enough to keep a nervous young woman from recognizing his face. That’s all he cared about.
Emerson saw just enough in the rear view mirror to know she’d done exactly as he asked. Her eyes were open, and for the first time in months, he glimpsed the vibrant green that attracted him to her in the first place.
“You’ll be fine, girl,” he said. “You’ll have a good life. I believe that. I think it will be even better than you might have imagined before. I do.”
“I’m sorry. It’s hard to believe anything right now,” she said rather cautiously. “I mean I’ve been thinking of things to say all during this ride, but I can’t… I…” she stopped.
He nodded. “Well, maybe there’s nothing to say.”
“Yes. Maybe you’re right…” Still she hesitated. “It’s just that…” she stopped again.
“Just what?”
“Well, just once, please, Emerson, sir…I wish I could see your face. I have so many memories but the pictures in my head are so vague.”
His body took a sudden jolt in his gut. She knew his name? How did that happen; it wasn’t suppose to happen. His heart was beating hard. He could feel hers beating strongly, too.
He shook his head, trying to remain calm. “No. You can’t see more than you’re seeing now. That’s the way it is.”
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