A second figure in black came up. His voice said, 'I don't believe it. Those bikers aren't animals. No animal would ever do this. They're just fucking perverted!'
'Hang on to her. Yeah, there. Take it easy and we'll get you down.'
Karen managed to focus her eyes and saw the uniforms of two state troopers. They'd found her.
'Okay, take it easy, just stay calm,' he kept repeating over and over. 'You're going to be all right. We'll get you back to your folks. They'll take real good care of you.' And in a lower voice to his partner, he added, 'I'd give my right arm for five minutes with the guy who thought this up.'
'You'd be up on charges so fast your head'd swim, man. And I'd want to be there helping you,' his partner said. 'Perverts, all of 'em, stinking Goddamn perverts.'
They put Karen in the back seat of the black-and-white cruiser and drove her in to the hospital.
The next few days were lost in a blur of tranquilizers.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
'It's so good to have you home again, Karen. I just don't know why you went off like that. Look what happened to you.'
The teenager sat, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees. Listening to her mother was more of a drag than she remembered. But at least, the woman was sober.
Her father wasn't.
He was staggering drunk when she got into the house. He breathed a forty-horsepower breath into her face, saying, 'Good to have you back, sweetie. Really missed you. And I heard what those freaks done to you. A fuckin' crime, it was. Cops'll get 'em, don't you worry none.'
'Really,' snapped Karen's mother, 'you shouldn't use words like that. Not after all she's been through.'
'Will you two stop reminding me of what I've been through, as you so nicely put it?' Karen glared at them. It wasn't going to be any different. As soon as her mother found the bottle her father was working on, they would both be drunk.
Her prediction was as accurate as if she'd possessed a crystal ball. But then, living in this household, she hardly needed one to tell when they would both go on a binge.
The celebration of getting their daughter back was an occasion. If it mined, that was an occasion. If it didn't rain, that, too, was an occasion. They really didn't need an excuse.
Karen spent the rest of the week barely talking to them. She listened to the radio. For a few days, she was a minor celebrity. That gave her a little glow of being recognized, then that faded as other news items came in. Her name wasn't mentioned ten and the search for the biker gang was dropped. There were just too many of them to ever really pinpoint which group it was.
And they all looked alike, anyway.
Karen lay back on her bed, listening to her parents drunkenly arguing in the next room. Soon, they'd make up and start screwing. Their balling would be as loud as their arguing – and probably as satisfying for both of them.
The teenager knew this wasn't going to work. She had gotten everything she'd asked for when she was with Big Ed. She had been the top chick. The only mama he had. Some measure of respect went with that. If she went back, all of them would surely respect her. Not a one of them would have let Big Ed do all that to them.
She'd be a celebrity again with the Maniacs.
Suddenly deliberation set her in motion. Her father was just getting to the point where he told her mother how lovely she was, how much like a lotus blossom and all that shit. Karen didn't think she could stomach any more of it.
She hurriedly packed a few things in a knapsack and walked out the front door. At the sidewalk, she turned and looked back at the house. There was no feeling of leaving home. Not now, not knowing what her parents really were like.
They wouldn't change their ways. She was just another fixture to them and one barely noticed unless something went wrong. The stint in the hospital had been a brief diversion. Karen knew her parents would scream bloody murder when the bills started coming in.
She didn't want to be around then.
That left only one place for her to go. The only place where she was something, where she was some one, a person respected and even admired for what she could do.
Karen found the Maniacs more than two hundred miles from where they'd left her dangling from the tree. She boldly walked into their camp, cleverly avoiding the drunk Scrooge who was supposed to be standing guard.
As before, knife blades snicked open. But this time there wasn't the outcry. There was only the sound of the fire crackling merrily, burning dried wood scavenged in the desert.
'Baby doll? That really you?' said Big Ed, his voice a little trembly.
'Sure, man, who'd you, think it was? Those geeks aren't going to keep me around like a lap dog. Not when I'm a member of the Maniacs MC. I still am a member, aren't I? Or do I have to prove myself again?'
Silence.
'Hell, you folks take a lot of convincing.' She went to Big Ed and saw the man's hand was shaking just a little. He probably thought she'd brought halt the cops in the state with her. She reached out and took the knife from his hand, closed the blade and tossed it away.
Reaching down, she started stroking over the bulge in his jeans. It grew under her deft handling. Soon, when she was sure he had a real hard-on, she ran his zipper down with a metallic hiss that could be heard over the blazing fire.
Cock jumping out, she took it firmly in hand and started stroking up and down.
'That feels good, doesn't it, Big Ed? Want me to stick it in my mouth? You remember what I can do with my mouth wrapped all around your big, tasty cock?'
She dropped to her knees and sucked in his length. It was just as she remembered it. A stiff length of tasty manmeat. Her tongue slithered back and forth until he started to groan.
'You do like it, don't you?'
'Yeah, baby doll, you can suck cock like nobody else.'
'Then there's no one else, Big Ed? You haven't got another mama? One I'd have to put in her place?'
'Nobody else. You're it, baby doll. Long as you can suck and fuck, you're mine!'
That was what she wanted to hear. The work she'd done before wasn't wasted. She was back where she could command a little respect. As long as Big Ed stayed on the top of this pack of vultures, she was going to be able to keep him pussy-whipped. He might not realize it, but she would be the one calling the shots.
To hell with her boozing parents. She had all that any woman could want right here!
She had sex, sex with any of the twelve men gathered around. And the cock on Big Ed was enough to give any chick the hots. If she wanted a little lezzie action, she could have that, too.
Most important, she had power. Real power.
She gave a loving kiss to the man's jerking cock, then released it. She stood and looked up into his eyes. Quietly, she told him, 'I think I'd like you to eat me out. Now. Here.'
Her fingers quickly released the snap on her jeans. She pushed the tight jeans down over the bulge of her ass, kicked free of her panties and stood, her golden vee of bush gleaming in the firelight.
'Go on, Big Ed. Lick my pussy. Start eating me out. I want it. I want you to do it.'
And he did.
With the man's face buried between her legs, Karen idly thought this was the life. Sex – and power. Then she simply let the sensation of a rough, wet tongue surging up her cunt wash through her body. That was enough for the moment.
For the moment.
