CHAPTER SEVEN
It was near dawn when Wendy made up her mind what she was going to do. She had lain awake following a second session of sex with the two poachers and from the snatches of the conversation sift had heard, she knew they would be no aid to her.
'Hell, Fred, I hate to just go off and leave her here in the woods. What if something happens to her?'
'Tough luck… but she'll be okay. It's only about four miles to the highway. She's bound to find her way when it's light.'
Wendy waited until both the men were sound asleep, then she crept from the camper and into the night. She dressed quickly, grabbed one of the men's jackets and struck off down the narrow, rutted road – obviously, the only way out of the woods for the men in their truck.
Dawn found Wendy sweating with anxiety. She had found the dirt road again and she knew the highway could not be far off. As she moved tiredly, she thought about what she might tell her parents that would explain nearly a week's absence from home. Nothing, it seemed, sounded logical and she was faced with the fact that the truth was her only hope – the truth coupled with silence about what had actually happened to her.
The sun was peeking over the ridge of the mountains to the east when Wendy came in sight of highway twelve. She stumbled onto the asphalt surface and felt the tears well up in her eyes. She had made it! Now, all she had to do was to flag down a passing motorist and get to a telephone.
Looking up and down the highway in both directions, she decided it would be best to put as much distance as possible between herself and the road that led to the lodge. She struck out with long strides, glancing over her shoulder at every forest sound. She still couldn't be sure that Paul, Buck or Gino weren't searching for her.
She had gone just a short distance when she heard the whine of tires an the asphalt. Turning quickly, Wendy felt a sudden surge of fear, but it passed and her being was flooded with relief as she saw the large dome light on the car that was approaching. She waved her arms wildly and as the driver saw her, he cut his wheel and slowed the vehicle.
Wendy saw the decal on the door of the sedan and nearly burst into tears: PINERIDGE SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT. She was saved! She bolted for the open door as the man behind the wheel leaned across and opened it for her.
'Are you Wendy Harris?' the handsome young deputy asked as Wendy climbed in and folded on the seat.
'Yes… Oh, yes!' she exclaimed and threw her arms about the man's neck.
'Hey… there, there… it's okay now, Wendy. Damn! We've been looking for you all night long!'
Wendy chilled. The man's words registered immediately and she knew that whoever had called the Sheriff's Department did not have her well-being in mind.
'Will… will you take me home?' she asked as she sank back in the seat. 'I live at five fourteen…'
'I know where you live, honey,' the deputy remarked. He patted her leg and slipped the car into gear.
Wendy's stomach sank as the man executed a sharp U-turn and sped off in the direction they had just come.
'But… I don't understand… the city's the other direction! The people who kidnapped me live back this way!' she protested as the man lifted the microphone from the hook.
'Come on… no one's kidnapped anybody,' he told her and pressed the button. 'This is Eagle Four – Route Twelve. Come in, Elmer.'
The radio cracked: 'Eagle Four – this is Elmer – whatcha got?'
'Runaway gal… call cousin Paul and tell him I'm bringing home the merchandise.'
'That's a ten-four, Eagle Four…' There was a pause, then a chuckle as the dispatcher added, 'Want me to hold up callin' him for a bit, Cuz?'
The man behind the wheel looked at the horrified expression on Wendy's face, then pressed the button: 'That is a ten-four, Elmer… Eagle Four – out.'
As he hung the mike on its hook, the deputy glanced at Wendy and smiled, 'What the hell – might as well make the most of the situation.'
Wendy felt absolutely lost. If the Sheriff's Department was supplying protection to Paul and Stella, any and all hope of escape was gone. She felt despair well up in her chest as the deputy turned from the highway and onto the narrow, bumpy road she had first traveled with Gregor. She knew that she would be punished for having run off, and as she thought about that, the scene with the two black men and Joni came back to her. She shivered involuntarily as the highway fell further and further behind them.
Several miles up the road, Wendy cringed as the deputy pulled up beneath a stand of scrub pine, set the hand break and switched off the ignition.
'How's it gonna be, Wendy… the easy way or are you gonna make me work for it?'
Wendy looked down at her hands folded in her lap. She sighed with resignation, then slowly began unbuttoning her shirt.
The deputy licked his lips as he saw the girl removing her shirt. The moment her glorious breasts came, into view, he sucked his breath, turned in the seat and reached out to touch them.
Wendy sat still as the mart played with her bare tits. She was determined not to respond to his caresses, but as he pulled her to him and closed his mouth over hers, she felt the first stirrings deep in her stomach.
The deputy slid his hand down her golden body and began unbuttoning her slacks. As his fingers came in contact with her blonde pubic bush, he lowered his head and began licking her nipples. He moved his head from one to the other as his searching fingers worked their way into her pants and finally the warmth of her pussy.
Wendy gasped as the man slid his finger into her cunt. She could not resist lifting her hips to allow him better access. As she did, she found her hand closing about the large bulge in his pants.
Raising his face, the man looked at the beautiful young girl and told her, 'Know what I'd like, baby?' He raised up and freed his throbbing cock. 'I'd like to cum all over those beautiful tits of yours!'
Wendy chilled at the thought. She had hold of his pulsing prick and the idea of him shooting his load of cum into her sensitive tits both thrilled and excited her. 'I… I'd like that, too,' she told him breathlessly as she slipped out of her shirt and pants.
The deputy swallowed thickly as he looked at the girl's naked body. Reaching out for her, he pulled Wendy down until she was lying on the seat, then he kneeled over her. 'Suck it, Wendy! Suck my prick, then jack me off on your tits!'
Wendy took hold of the man's prick and guided it to her mouth. As she took the plum-like head between her lips, she lowered her left hand to her cunt and began fingerfucking herself lewdly.
The deputy watched the girl's lips oval obscenely as she took more and more of his cock into her mouth. He felt her tongue playing along the sensitive, underside and he shuddered as she made a small mewing sound. He saw her fingerfucking herself and he muttered, 'Suck it, you hot little bitch!'
And that's exactly what she had become. Wendy regarded herself as lost – completely – and she submitted to animal-like desire as it set her body afire.
The deputy gasped and hunched forward as the girl's mouth sucked him hotly. He could not believe her willingness and he cursed his own luck – it was too bad he had not found her last night; a night in the jail with her would have been worth Paul's anger!
Wendy sucked and tongued the man wildly. Her cunt was seething and she longed to feel his prick inside her, but she realized all he wanted was quick sex. There was no time for her to enjoy the act with him. Still, she knew she would experience orgasm – her fingers assured her of that – and she arched her back as she fingerfucked her pussy frantically.
'Oh, Jesus… yes, babbbbyyyy!' the deputy moaned. 'Suck it deep – God, I'm gonna cum… I'm cumming… cummmming!'
As his prick erupted in her mouth, Wendy fought to keep it there. But the deputy had other ideas; he pulled back suddenly and took hold of his spurting cock just as she reached orgasm. The distended head of his prick shot glob after gob of hot, sticky cum onto the girl's tits and the car was filled with the sounds of their mutual passion.
'Yessssss!' Wendy hissed. 'My titties… cum on my titties!'
