but he caught the tip of the knife blade on my jersey and pressed until I felt the sharp point digging into the quivering whiteness of my tit.
'Let's take off the rest of her clothes, man.'
Wayne couldn't answer. His mouth was searching out the slick folds of my cunt. I felt his tongue dig along the ridge at the deepest part of my gash. I tucked my ass back when he touched the sensitive edge of my hole.
'No! You can't do that!'
Wayne's tongue teased my cunt mouth until I felt another flood of sex butter wash over the tender, red- swollen membranes. Then he shoved through the circle of clenched twat muscles and probed in and out of my hole in a slow, steady rhythm. Herman was pulling my jersey up under my arms, sawing at the bra strap with his knife.
'God,' I whined, 'somebody help me…'
'You shut that up or we'll slit your skinny neck!' Herm let the knife edge rest against my lips for a moment, then cut my bra the rest of the way off. The big cups fell away from my tits. I felt the weight of them droop on my chest and the sensation made the tickle inside my cunt grow more intense. The stiff curls of Wayne's beard tangled in my own, made excruciating friction against my tender gash. His mustache raked my tilt out of its hiding place and his tongue searched like a hot eel in the dark heat of my pussy. He was fucking me with his tongue. My asscheeks tightened together until they were rock-hard and quivering with the radiant storms of itchy goodness Wayne's mouth was petting from my body. I tried to be still, but when I moved, the scratchy madness built. It was beyond my power to stop now. I was ashamed of every moan, every gasp for breath. But I gasped and rubbed my cunt up and down against Wayne's teeth and tongue. I was no better than Janey, really. My good intentions were no more good than what these animals were making me do now. Awful, awful men. Were all women as weak as I was? Was I to blame for the surges of hot pleasure that brought whispery slurred words to my lips now? I didn't want them to be mine, but they were.
'Stop… ohhhhhh… I'm burning up… I can't take it… please stop or, or kill me… Yes! Kill me! Ohhhhh, your tongue is sooooo hot…' Herman laughed and covered one of my boobs with his mouth. The nipple rose instantly between his teeth and he tongued the hot, brown nub. Wayne had encircled my slender waist with both hands as he moved his whole face up and down my peeled-back pussy. I moaned and bucked on the seat. Wayne looked up at me.
'You want me to fuck you?'
'Yesss… No! Of course I don't…' I humped my back, pushed my oozing cunt up at his mouth. I was shameless, wicked… but I only wanted the lovely touching to go on. It was like being in a trance, like another power had me in its grasp. If Herm with his knife had told me to stop moving now, I knew he would have to stab me before I could. But Wayne wasn't licking my cunt any more. He was laughing! He was on his knees on the seat. His pants fell and I saw the savage bruised-looking tip of his cock swing heavily up…
CHAPTER TWELVE
'Please try again, operator.' I heard the numbers being punched in, the buzzing click of my aunt's phone ringing. No one picked it up. When the operator stopped trying, I thought I would start bawling like a baby. 'No, thank you… I guess I'll try again later…'
I looked down at the change in my hand, looked at the cardboard box tied with string that I'd managed to squeeze into the booth with me. It was ten o'clock at night in the Greyhound bus terminal in Oklahoma City and my Aunt Betty wasn't home. Someone knocked against the glass. Not looking, I struggled the door open and dragged my box behind me. A hand took my wrist and I stared up in shock.
'Tony!'
'I been waiting for you.'
'How…'
He pushed fingers through the thick curls of his hair. 'Followed the bus for a while, but I got tired of that and just drove on ahead. I saw you get off.' I realized that he'd heard me buy my ticket back in Olema, he'd known where I was heading.
My emotions boiled. I was more afraid of Tony than ever, but a familiar face in the cold, strange bustle of the bus station did something inside me. I tugged the string of my box and started towards the snack bar.
'Where ya going now?' he asked.
'My aunt is coming to pick me up.' A policeman sauntered by a row of pinball machines and I turned my face away, remembering what that sailor had hinted of on the bus down. I threw my shoulders back so my tits would show. Not many sixteen-year-old runaways had tits as big as mine.
'You were talking to your aunt, were ya?'
'Of course I was.'
'Then how come you got your dime back?'
I looked at him, looked away. 'I think you've wasted a lot of time and money following me down here. I'm just not interested in seeing you any more.' Tony's fingers hooked through the string of my box, pulled it from my grasp. He was steering me towards the exit.
'Let me have that back or I'm going to…'
He grinned from one side of his face. 'Yeah, what you gonna do? Tell that cop over there? He'll ask how old you are right off.'
'It's not against the law to be sixteen.'
'It is if your parents have notified the cops that you turned up missing.'
'Tony, let me have that back. I…' He pinched my arm and smiled as we walked around another policeman lounging by the door. The man nodded as we went out. Tony pulled me along, his fingers too strong for me to twist free of.
'Damn you,' I spit, 'Goddamn you, let me go!'
'Shut up and come on.' His arm was around my waist now. The warmth of him hugging me close against him was doing things to my knees. I felt our hips brush, felt my boob flatten for an instant against his ribcage. He was so damned big, so strong. And his strength seemed to drain mine away. I knew that if I didn't get loose from him soon, he'd have me in his blazer and be driving me somewhere in a city I knew nothing about.
When Tony opened the door and tossed my box inside, I cringed back. He grabbed me roughly and dragged me over.
'Get in!'
'I don't want to… I…'
He pushed me in anyway and went around the car. I thought of jumping out again, of running. But to where? My clothes were in the box. I had three dollars and couldn't get a hold of my aunt on the phone. And the streets were full of policemen. I was really beginning to believe that by now my parents would have notified the authorities. I'd left no note. As far as they knew, some nut had abducted me. Like Tony…
'Where are we going?' Tony looked over but didn't say a word. I saw that the back of his blazer was pretty big. He'd been sleeping in it probably. Them were rumpled blankets everywhere. 'You can't just take me away like this! What if the police ask you what's going on?'
'I've taken a lot of chances in my life,' he said. 'This is only another one of 'em.'
We bumped along the street in silence. Tony seemed so sure of himself, and me. I knew that he wanted to get in my pants again. Now that he'd fucked me, forced me to open my cunt to him, tied me up and raped me… now that he'd done that, he thought I'd give in easy. But I wouldn't. I wouldn't!
'You're even prettier than you were the last time I saw you.'
I stared straight ahead, trying to stop my ears mentally against his voice. He reached out his hand but I moved away. Tony laughed. We were heading into a part of town where cheap motels lined the avenue on both sides. I was watching Tony out of the corner of my eye. My breathing came in scared gasp. I felt weaker than ever, felt strangely excited, too. But more than anything I wanted to be safe from any male. Safe from their hot, hard cocks and sexy looks, their hands doing awful things to my body. Tony swung the blazer into the driveway of
