Julie was looking back at him, and when he caught her gaze she flushed deeply and looked away. Max chuckled and untied one ankle. The instant it was free she started to move the leg against the other, to close herself off from his gaze. Max put a hand lightly on her knee, exerting a pressure outward. 'Now, now, you don't want to cover up all the goodies, do you? You wouldn't want to cheat old Max of his fun, would you, honey?' She held her legs open with the same obvious effort it had taken her to keep from pulling the robe closed. Max stood up and pulled a chair over. He sat down on it, in front of her and a little to one side, giving Sally a good shot of her sister.
Julie fidgeted with the desire to close her legs or pull the robe about her, but she sat there, spraddled and open, afraid to do anything that might make him mad at her.
Max ran a hand up over her left thigh. The flesh was delightfully soft and firm, and the skin was very smooth. He pulled his hand down the length of it again, then ran it back up. He could feel the heat of her open crotch with his fingertips.
'Pete and Connie are using our bedroom,' he said. 'I don't think Pete would mind, though, if you and I headed off to the other one for a little fucking. Do you?' He looked at her hard, obviously demanding an answer, and she managed to choke one out.
'No, sir, I don't — I don't suppose — he would.'
'Of course not. And you could even suck me off. What do you think?'
'Whatever…' She choked into silence. 'What-whatever you want, Max.'
'That's the girl. You're a very smart girl, Julie. The only smart girl in this place. And just because you're so smart, I'm going to let you suck me off while your little sister over there stands in the corner, so to speak. Of course if you'd rather trade places with her, I'll be glad to let you. Just say the word.'
Julie looked at him, and then at her sister. Max glanced back and saw Sally studiedly looking away from both of them.
'No,' Julie said. 'I don't think I want to trade places with her.'
'Okay, then, you can stand up now.'
She came to her feet and hugged the robe about her body. Max took her hands in his and pulled them away. The robe fell open again.
'I'll tell you when it's all right to hold it closed again, Julie,' he said. 'Right now, why not just let it drape that way? I like it.'
'A-all right.' She held her arms at her side, stiff and trembling. She was as red as a stop light. Max slipped his arm under her robe and put it around her waist. He pulled her close beside him. The smell of her perfume was in his nostrils, mixed with the shampoo she had used recently and the natural smell of clean woman. Max led her past Sally, who was beginning to make little gasping sounds with every breath. The discomfort of her position had turned to actual pain now, Max guessed. He reached out and ruffled her hair again.
'You just stand there and think things over until your sis and I get back, honey,' he said. 'Then maybe you'll have a nice little apology thought up for all the nasty things you've been thinking about me, eh?'
The hand under the robe gave Julie a squeeze and she got the message. She moved off toward the door beside Max. When they were in the hall, Max turned and looked in through the living room door at the guy tied up in there. He was leaning against the wall, his eyes closed. Max stood there for a while, waiting for Bradford to open his eyes and see them. Julie tried to move on, no doubt wishing to spare her husband the sight of the two of them, but Max held her there. Finally, Bradford's eyes opened, and he looked around him, as though he had been dozing. When his eyes passed over the door in which Max and Julie were standing, they slid by and then darted back quickly. It seemed to take him a moment to make out what he was looking at. His eyes focused slowly on the scene, and even then it took a noticeable amount of time for him to react to the picture. Max gave him a casual wave, but Bradford didn't even seem to notice that. His eyes were fastened on his wife, her body naked down the front, her pussy out in the open, and her breasts jutting before her, young and firm and superb. Max still had his hand under her robe, on her waist. He grinned as Bradford's gaze finally moved to him. 'I just thought we'd stop by and see how you feel. Your wife and I are on our way to the small bedroom to do a little fucking. Isn't that right, honey?'
When she didn't answer right away, Max gave Julie's flesh a little pinch. Bradford couldn't see it, of course, because the hand doing the pinching was hidden under the robe.
'Yes, sir,' she said quickly.
'And then maybe I'll have you suck me off, too. Isn't that right?'
'Yes.'
'You hear that, Bradford? Your wife thinks that's nice.'
Bradford looked up at Max with something not quite human in his expression. Max felt an urge to check the man's bonds again, although he had checked them just minutes before. He was seeking reassurance, evidence that Bradford wouldn't be able to get loose and get his hands on Max. Max had never seen anything quite like that expression before, and he decided that he would not like to fuck with this man. When the time came to leave the farm, he would make very, very sure that Bradford was dead. Because this looked like the kind of man who would hunt him down if it took a lifetime. This man, he thought, would very definitely have to be dead in order to be stopped. Keep him tied, Max thought. And then give him a bullet right through the brain, front to back. Open his skull wide and let the wind whistle thought it.
'Well, we just stopped in to say hello,' Max said. 'Now we're going to go on into the bedroom. You just sit here and think about us in there having a good time, boy. I don't know whether I ever did thank you for being so thoughtful about marrying a beautiful wife with a beautiful sister and all that. This hiding out could be a real drag if it weren't for your thoughtfulness.'
Bradford looked it Max with the same expression, and Max had to tighten his muscles to keep from shivering. He felt a flash of anger at Bradford for being able to scare him like that. But Max choked down the anger and managed to keep his grin. He gave another little wave and ushered Julie out into the hall again.
When they were in the bedroom Julie turned to him with a look of mild disapproval. Max supposed that was the most guts she could work tip.
'Why did you have to taunt him that way?' she asked. 'He already knows what you and I are doing, and what Pete and I have been doing. Anyway, you're having the fun of taking me to bed. Why do you have to torment my husband, too?'
Max walked over to her, moving casualty, with no evidence of his intentions until he was within reach of her. Then he lashed out with his right hand, and his palm made a high, cracking sound against her cheek. She stumbled backward with a little whimper, and when he started toward her again, she stepped back, raising her hands to guard her face against another blow.
'You don't question my actions, Julie,' Max said. 'You just keep your mouth shut and do what you're told. You understand?'
'Yes, sir. I'm sorry. I didn't think.'
'Well, from now on you'd better think before you open that pretty little mouth of yours. The only reasons you have to open it as far as I'm concerned, is kissing and sucking cocks. You got that?'
'Yes, yes, of course. I'm sorry, Max. Please.' She backed away from him another step.
'You stay where you are, bitch. One more step and I'll kick your ass up between your shoulder blades.' She made herself stop and stand in one spot while he came forward. Max stood close in front of her, and she cowered away on the verge of flight, just managing to obey him by the sheer force of will. 'I rubbed it into your hubby out there because I thought it was fun. I liked doing it. And I do what I want here. As long as I have the guns, I do what I want. And you do what I tell you. You got that?'
'Yes, yes, of course. I said I understood. I said I was sorry. Please, Max, I just didn't think. Please overlook it.'
Max took one nipple between thumb and forefinger and pinched it until she cried out with pain. Her hands rose as though to try to push him away, but she held back, and he laughed in her face. She knew better than to offer him any resistance. He had taught her that much.
'Kneel down,' he ordered. 'I'm going to let you suck my cock right now. What about that?'
'Sure honey,' she said tightly. 'Only, I can't kneel down while you're — while you're holding onto my nipple that way.'
Max released the nipple and gestured her down. She dropped to her knees instantly. 'Now unzip my fly,' Max said. She hesitated for an instant, then her hands were at the front of his pants. She pulled the zipper down and
