again, nothing!
'You heard me, baby, we want you comin' back here. Bet we could take care of you real good… make you feel nice, make us feel nice.'
Janet sucked in a deep breath, feeling her head reel around. She was about to shout no, then she thought once more about Jack's threat – about him coming here, about him standing in her house, then chasing her frightened mother around until he raped her. Janet shook her head, driving away the thought of watching her mother being fucked in front of her eyes. No, that would never happen. She would rather take her chances and submit to those brutes once more than have them coming to her house to fetch her.
'I… I don't have a car and…'
'You'll get down here one way or another,' Jack said, his voice growing cold. 'And when you do, man, it's gonna be real nice. I'm gonna bite your tits this time. Didn't get a chance to do it this last time, baby, 'cause you was on your fuckin' belly. But, man, I wanna get my teeth into them tits… feel 'em jigglin' around in my mouth!'
Janet moaned. She wanted to slam the phone down, but she couldn't. Just listening to him made her excited all over again. She was enjoying this conversation as much as loathing it. She started wiggling on the bed, shifting her butt from side to side. Her fingers moved down her dress, hiked it up to her waist, then she hooked her thumbs around the waistband of her panties and shoved down. The cool air felt good against her burning wet cuntlips! If only Jack knew what he was doing to her.
'Yeah, bite them tits, get my teeth into them. And maybe then I'll eat your pussy…'
'No, no!'
She thought of his large sensuous mouth, thought of having his lips sliding up and down her cunt, his tongue sticking into her just as his cock had. She groaned, raising her knees slowly, feeling the muscles cramp around her calves as she curled her toes.
'Yeah, and then I'm gonna fuck you… fuck you real hard.'
Janet made a move to hang up. But her muscles refused to respond. She raised her knees a little more, then let them fall apart. She felt her cuntlips un-sticking, peeling back, revealing the dark pink moist pussymeat. She moved her fingertips lightly over her snatch, felt the tiny muscles at the mouth of her cunt flutter then shut, trying to draw in her tracing fingers. She was hot, really hot! And Jack's terrible suggestions were making her even hotter.
'No, no. I don't wanna talk to you. Don't ever call me up again,' she said in an unconvincing whisper.
'Yeah, sure you don't. Man, I can hear it, baby. What are you doin', playin' with yourself? That's what I'm doin'… feelin' my cock right through my pants while talkin' to you. And, man, we're gonna have ourselves some time tomorrow, you understand? That's when I'm gonna get into you… me and the boys here. They want a crack at you too, baby, and man I think they're hotter 'n me.'
She thought of Bill, of Greig, of having them fuck her as well as Jack. Janet felt her heart pounding. She was dizzy. Her pussy flooded hot juice, her fingers growing slick with it.
'No, no, I'm gonna… gonna hang up and you don't call… again and…'
Her fingers strayed into her hot hole now, two of them making soft fucking movements while she cramped her ass muscles and made hunching movements against her palm.
'We're gonna start real slow… that's how I'll do it. I'll let you put it in. You wanna put my cock into your hale, baby? You wanna touch it when it slides in, peels you wide open?'
'Ohhh… ohhhhhhhh, God!' Janet breathed.
'And then we're gonna work you over… tie you up, bitch. Make you pay for it. Man, you're gonna feel them ropes against you, holdin' you down while we fuck the shit outta you.'
'No?'
'And I know you're gonna dig it. My cock's been in you before, baby. I know you gotta have dickmeat, gotta have your cunt split open by a guy's cock a lotta times. You're one of them kinda broads. And I'll bet you're gonna dig bondage too, baby. Yeah, you're real young, but that don't mailer when it comes to ropes, right?'
Janet didn't know what he was talking about. Nonsense. Nonsense, all of it. Then why couldn't she hang up, tell him where to get off? Instead, she was moving her ass up and down against the steady slick rub of her fingers. She couldn't keep her ass still. She found hers if tilting her hips as far to one side as they would go then tilting them the other way, finger-fucking herself while Jack's voice droned on.
'Bet I can make you come lots of times.'
'Yeahhh…'
Janet shuddered. The wet mess between her legs was throbbing now. Her cunt was feverish, swollen. She bobbed her ass around in circles as her fingers brought her closer and closer to orgasm. She was coming… slowly, furiously, ecstatically. Her calves cramped while one leg kicked out and hit the wall.
'I'm gonna give you the address. Take it down, baby, and you be over here tomorrow afternoon around three. You don't come and we're goin' over to your place and fetch ya, and your mother too, maybe.'
He was laughing softly again. Did he know he'd made her cum? Did he realize that just his talking about fucking had made her cum? Janet groaned, her heaving ass slowly calming down from its frantic bucking movements. Her fingers slipped out. She felt juices dribbling down into her butt crack, seeping into her asshole.
'Thirty Nineteenth Place, baby. You be over here at three o'clock… here or we're gonna getcha.'
There was a click quickly followed by the buzzing dial tone. Janet let the receiver fall from her ear. She lay on her back, gazing at the ceiling. Her mind was blank – until she thought of those men, thought of what they were going to do to her.
Rolling over to one side and curling into a fetal position, Janet sobbed herself to sleep, knowing that there was no one who could help her.
CHAPTER SIX
It was all too familiar.
The smell of the ocean, the sounds of the waves as they fanned out along the botch. Janet remembered how happy she'd been at the start. It was so beautiful to see the puffy clouds scudding overhead, smelling the sharp pungent aroma of the sea, hear the splash of the waves. But under it all was the horror of what had happened here is Venice.
As she walked slowly down the walk, her hair whipping behind her, Janet thought of how she'd barely managed to say goodbye to her mother without breaking into tears. She had felt like some sacrificial virgin going to the slaughter! Virgin! No, that was one thing no one would be able to call her now. Jack had taken care of that, pile driving his fat-headed cock through her cherry, tearing it away, and tearing away her innocence. A tear oozed from her eye. She wouldn't think of it any more. There was this ordeal to go through, a horror she would have to endure to keep her shame a secret. Not even Julie was to know about this. She had pretended to be sick at school, making sure Julie didn't learn of it. Her friend would be calling her up at home, alerting her mother that something was wrong. No, hopefully this horror would be over soon and she could catch the bus back without anyone being the wiser.
Yet, if she ran now, they would never find her. For a moment she thought about leaving Venice, running away from Los Angeles. It was stupid, hopeless. She had no money, no friends or relatives nearby. How would she get across the country? And then there were men out there, perhaps worse than Jack or his friends.
Glancing at her wristwatch. It was ten to three. There was no time to think about foolish things. Pushing herself away from the railing, she turned and walked toward Nineteenth Place. How she envied the children playing in the sand, shouting and giggling, ignoring her while their parents looked on. If only she could be a child again, not have the horrible thoughts going through her mind as they were now.
'God!'
There was the street, that awful house at the end near the canals. Already she could feel her flesh crawling with something like revulsion and excitement combined. Perhaps Jack was right. Perhaps she was one of those women who enjoyed being beaten up by men, who loved being pushed around, then being fucked.
