they had not gone to bed until nearly dawn, but when no reports came through about their missing daughter, they finally gave up and collapsed in near exhaustion.
Rolling to one side, Frank slipped his arm around his wife's body. He stiffened as his hand came in contact with her soft, warm flesh and he realized the front of her nightgown had fallen open. He closed his hand over her firm breast and snuggled to her.
Slowly, Shirley Harris came awake. She was first aware of her husband's hand on her tit, then she felt his prick twitch between the cheeks of her ass. Without thinking, she pulled up the hem of her nightgown and squirmed against his throbbing erection. She had spread her legs and reached between them to take hold of his prick when suddenly she remembered.
The pair returned as she thought about her missing daughter, but she tried to shut it out as her body responded to her husbands subtle manipulations. She moaned and choked back a sob as she guided the head of his prick into the warm nest of her pussy. She shoved back against him then and gasped as his hands moved over her body. Slowly, they began an even rhythm and soon they, were both panting in lust as he fucked her from behind.
'Oh, yes! God, yes, Frank! Fuck me! Uhhhnnn… all the way… stick it all the way in! Fuck meeeee!' Shirley cried as her husband hunched forward to bury his throbbing prick in her pussy.
Standing with her mouth open and her eyes wide, their youngest daughter, Sandy wore a look of extreme shock as she looked in on her parents. She had been up for over an hour and had just come up to tell them the police had called to report they still had no leads on the disappearance of Wendy.
Backing out of the room, the young girl closed the door quietly and pressed her back against the wall. How could they? she questioned. How could they be doing that when they don't even know what's happened to Wendy?
Her eyes filled with tears as she ran to the room she shared with her missing sister. She flung herself across the bed and burst out in tears as she cried aloud, 'Wendy oh, Wendy! Where are you?'
CHAPTER SIX
For the next two days, Wendy found herself more of a guest and less of a captive. She and Trudy went for long walks in the woods, and though escape was foremost in her mind, she knew that in order to do so successfully, she would have to plan. Still, she was met with the dilemma of not knowing where she was – or which way to run. She had tried to establish a sense of direction whenever she would leave the lodge, but each time she became helplessly turned around.
Toward the evening of her third day in captivity, Wendy stood on the edge of the clearing and watched Buck chopping wood. When the black man had finished, he smiled, loaded up his arms, then looked toward the sky. 'Them birds always seem to know where they're going…' he remarked, then turned for the lodge with the wood for the fireplace.
Wendy looked up and saw a V-shaped flight of birds. They were heading into the sunset and she thought that strange. Then she realized birds only fly south in the fall. As she followed the tiny specks, her gaze fell on the far horizon and the mountain range. Turning slightly, she realized what had been so familiar about the shape of the mountain – she had seen it a thousand times from the window of her own bedroom!
A strange thrill of excitement coursed through Wendy's body as she realized exactly where she was being held captive. It had to be near the edge of the National Game Preserve. She had been there twice on field trips and once on vacation with her family. All she would have to do is follow the dirt road to the main road – Pineridge couldn't be over five miles beyond that! 'Wendy! Hey… come on… time to eat!' Gino called from the wide veranda of the lodge.
Wendy glanced toward the road again, then turned and walked briskly to the lodge. She found the others already gathered and she nodded and smiled as she took her place beside Trudy.
Supper was quiet, but Wendy sensed something in the air. It was almost as if they were all awaiting something, something exciting. Finally, as the dishes were cleared, Stella got up from the table and went into the kitchen. She returned in a few moments and placed a glass of orange juice before Wendy.
Wendy looked at it, then at Stella. She recalled the first time the woman had brought her juice to drink and she chilled. 'Do… do I have to?' she questioned.
Stella patted her cheek and smiled as she replied, 'Time for you to earn your keep; little lady.'
Wendy swallowed thickly and looked about the table; the others were watching her intently with expectant looks on their faces.
'Go on, Wendy… it's gonna be all right,' Trudy urged her and patted her knee.
Wendy steeled herself, then picked up the glass of juice to drain it. Almost immediately, she felt the effects of the drug. There was a numbness in her legs, then giddiness. Everyone's voices got far off and she felt herself being helped to her feet again.
'All set up?' Paul asked Buck.
'Ready and waiting,' the black man replied.
'Are we gonna get to watch?' Ruby asked and looked toward Stella.
'Sure, why not… it ought to be fun for all of us,' she said and helped Trudy with Wendy.
Wendy was aware of hands helping her; she saw the main room of the lodge swim before her eyes, then there was an open door and a stairway. Her first thought was of Joni and the abuse she had endured at the hands of the two black men. She whimpered as she was helped down the stairs and confusion overcame her as she looked around for the barn scene. But it wasn't there – in its place was a comfy little bedroom, with a bed, dresser and mirror and lacy curtains covering a real window to one side of the bed.
Wendy was unable to protest as she felt her jeans and shirt removed. She felt herself being dressed and she wondered about, that as Trudy fastened a brassiere about her body. Then, a pair of panties were slipped on her, followed by a cotton skirt and blouse.
Wendy was led to the mock bedroom and Stella helped her to sit on the side of the bed. 'Just do what comes natural, and don't be afraid. I'll be right here.'
The words made little sense to Wendy as the drug coursed through her veins, but she managed a weak smile and took the magazine that Stella handed her. Then, bright floodlights came on and the other lights in the basement were dimmed.
'Pretend you're all by yourself, Wendy,' Trudy called out from the shadows, 'Take a peek at the book!'
Wendy shook her head to clear her vision and looked down at the magazine. She was shocked to find it was a pornographic publication, filled with glossy photos of men and women engaged in sex acts. She flipped a page and found a beautiful blonde woman tied across a huge bed. Hovering over her were two men. In the succeeding photos, the pair did everything imaginable to the helpless woman and Wendy found herself suddenly aroused. In her mind, she was the woman tied to the bed!
As she continued to turn the pages, Wendy felt her passions growing and she could not resist placing her hand beneath the magazine to touch her cunt mound. The instant her hand came in contact with her panty- covered crotch, fingers of excitement raced through her body. She wished she were truly alone – but somehow, that did not matter now.
From far off, she heard Trudy's voice, 'Go on… lift your dress… finger your pussy, Wendy. Look at the pictures and fingerfuck yourself.'
And as though in a dream, Wendy found herself doing that very thing. She lifted her skirt, pulled aside the crotch of her panties and began stroking her cunt. All the while, she looked at the filthy pictures of a woman sucking a man's prick while another man fucked her in the ass.
Wendy's breath was coming in short bursts and she knew that the beautiful feeling of orgasm was not far away. She licked her dry lips as she stretched her legs out stiffly and turned another page to find two young girls with an older man. One of them was sitting on his face as he sucked her cunt and the other squatted obscenely over his prick, shoving it into her tight pussy.
Wendy groaned as her finger found her clit and rubbed it sensuously. Then she was startled by a noise behind her. She turned and her expression registered horror as she saw someone climbing through the window.
