had called him. He walked over to the bed, and she cowered away, apparently realizing that she had gone too far, and had said something she shouldn't have. The shame of what she had shown herself to be a moment before had driven her to say what she had, but now she was conscious of herself enough to know how foolish it had been.
'No, please,' she said, but before she could get any further, he was there. Max grabbed her by one arm and pulled her to an upright position. He slapped her across the face three times, just as hard as he could, wringing fresh cries from her each time. He could feel the outline of her teeth clear through her cheek with each blow. She threw up her free arm, trying to block her face and protect it, and he let his fourth blow change direction at the last possible moment, closing his fist and hitting her on the side of the ear. She screamed.
'Now, you little fucking bitch,' he said, 'maybe you understand the rules of this little game. I'm the one who makes with the nasty remarks. You just stay nice and sweet and available. That's your part. Now I'll have an apology.'
'I'm sorry,' she said without hesitation. 'I didn't mean it, Max, really, it just came out.'
'Well, you'd better be fucking sure it doesn't come out again, bitch.' He pinched one of her nipples hard between thumb and forefinger for good measure, and she squealed and tried to draw away. But his grip on her arm was too tight for her to pull loose. 'Now, you're going to do something nice for me,' he said. 'Just to show me how sorry you are about that nasty thing you said to me then. Aren't you, baby?'
'Yes, Max. Yes, come on, Max, I'll do something nice for you.'
'You misunderstand, honey,' Max said. 'You don't know what I'm talking about. I want you to suck my cock. And if I hear even one word of argument out of you about it, you're going to be sorry. Because my feelings are very easily hurt. And every time you hurt my feelings, I'm going to hurt your body. Got it?'
'Yes, Max.' She looked a little green around the gills at the thought of what he wanted her to do, and she was learning very quickly just whit her place was in the scheme of things.
He sat on the edge of the bed and took her hair in his hand. He pushed her head down toward his crotch. His cock was already beginning to tingle from the nearness of her face, and the knowledge he had of what was coming from her. It wasn't stiff yet, because of the good workout it had just had, but he knew he wouldn't have much trouble getting it up.
Sally resisted his tugging for an instant, just a straight muscular reaction, but when he shook her, hard, she got hold of herself and went down on him quickly. She took the cock in her tiny hands, and he felt his body quicken at the touch.
Her tongue began to move over the head of his cock slowly, and he could feel the retching action move over her body at the realization of what she was doing. Her disgust was exciting to him, and he placed his hand on the back of her head, spreading his fingers over the smooth helmet of her hair, and pushed her down farther, until his cock was in her mouth. She held still, fighting down her own gag reflex, while he held her there. Then she began to lick him again, moving her hands up and down the shaft of the prick as she continued to lave its head with her tongue. Max felt the organ begin to stiffen, felt it grow and harden under her actions, and he lay back on the bed, allowing her to go to it at her own pace. She moved the tongue over the cock slowly, as though she were still forcing herself to the task, as though it were all she could do to keep at it. Her hair spilled over his belly. It gave him a pleasant, tickling sensation, but at the same time it obscured her face when he looked down the length of his body. Max reached down and brushed the hair aside. 'I like to watch you at work,' he said. She flushed deeply, freshly humiliated, and Max laughed and kept his eyes fastened on her lovely face, contorted now from the extension of her tongue, and from the humiliation that was washing through her. She looked as though, in that moment, death would be welcome. Well, he thought, with pleasure, I'll give you death, baby, when the time comes. But first you've got a lot more shame coming to you. A lot more of this.
His belly began to quake from the nearing orgasm, and he throttled the impulse to come, holding back and prolonging the pleasure on his part and the humiliation on hers.
Chapter Seven
After the close call in the kitchen, they were all pretty careful. Even Jim, who had been Julie's biggest concern, seemed to accept the situation for the time being. He looked different, somehow, since she had deliberately put the make on Pete. Where Jim had looked at the men with an obvious hatred in his eyes, now he seemed to have given up a little, to have ceased caring quite as much. The possession of her body by force had given him something worth fighting for, and that had been lost when she took the lead with Pete.
Julie stood washing the dishes, vaguely conscious of the robe that hung open, revealing her body. She stood as close to the sink as she could to block off the sight, but it wasn't completely successful. She had to turn to pick up dishes, and each time she did, the big guy, Butch, would grin right on cue as he looked at her nakedness. The other two men had gone into the parlor with the baby, and with Jim still tied up, and were listening to the radio. They had left Butch in the kitchen to stand guard over Julie and Sally while they did the dishes. To keep him amused, they had left Connie with him. Connie still looked as though she were in a state of shock from the first time he had raped her. She sat perched on his knee, her face blank except for a slight smile which looked as though she were keeping it there by a half-conscious effort to keep Butch happy.
She was wearing a robe, of course. That had become the uniform of the day for the women in the house. A robe without a sash or buttons. The one she was wearing at the moment was yellow, bright and cheerful, in contrast to the look of vacuous desperation in her eyes. It was as though she had fled into her mind to escape reality, and was peering back out at the world to see when it would be safe to join it again.
Butch divided his attention between the women at the sink and the one on his massive lap. His hands were occupied, one with a breast that was revealed by the pulled back robe, and the other with one of Connie's thighs. At first Connie seemed unaware of the contact, but she wasn't really driven that far back into herself. Julie had realized that when she noticed the little tremors of fear and disgust that passed over her. Julie picked up a fresh stack of dishes, and Butch leered at her stupidly with an empty, childish sexuality.
Get your eyes full, you son of a bitch, she thought, and felt a stab of fear that he might do just that: get his eyes full and decide to do something more than look at her. He kept looking in her direction after she turned back to the sink, and Julie realized with a start that he wasn't looking at her any more, but at Sally, who was facing slightly toward him as she stretched to put a platter on a high shelf in the cupboard. Julie looked at the girl long and hard until she realized what the meaning of the look was. She glanced at Butch and pulled the robe about her, but of course she had to release it to pick up another dish, and it fell open again. There was no sense in blaming Sally for that, she decided. Her own robe was just as widely opened as Sally's, and that was the way Max had planned it, of course. It had been one of his smarter moves, she thought, because it kept at least one of their hands busy most of the time holding the robe closed. Besides that, she supposed, it kept the men happy and excited when the garments were allowed to go their own way.
Still, she didn't suppose it really made much difference to Sally. She was a little too casual about the whole thing to have anyone believe that she really cared about the revelation of her body's secrets.
It was amazing, Julie thought, how it was possible to know someone all her life and then realize that you didn't know her at all. She had always thought that Sally was a nice girl. Not a prissy little virgin, perhaps, but still a nice enough girl, better than average. And then, that little show she had provided from the bedroom, that solo aria she yelped out, had shown Julie just how much little sister liked going to bed with a man. It was disgusting. She had thought to protect Sally from the advances of men like Max and Pete, and it turned out that the joke was on her, Julie. Because Sally was having a ball. This was probably just the kind of situation she was used to in school, Julie thought, except for the guns. The Big Men On Campus probably didn't need guns to get her into their bed. That was the way it was done. Girls like Sally were the new generation, and the Now Generation as they called it, and she wasn't the type to need any protection from a man like Max. She was probably teaching him a thing or two. It was disgusting. Julie had never considered herself a prude, God knew, but the kind of thing Sally had shown herself capable of enjoying was disgusting.
She placed the last dish in the drainer and looked over at Butch. She supposed she should get a dish-towel and help Sally finish with the drying, but right now she didn't want to look at Sally, much less help her.
'Is it all right if I sit down now?' she asked Butch. 'I'm very tired.'
He grinned obscenely. 'Heh, heh, I'll bet ya are,' he said, and it took her a second to realize that he was
