In a week, Lena had made over $300. Her act was a big hit. Even Consuela was impressed. Sunday she went to the house of the woman named Gina to have her pregnancy aborted. She was terrified.
She was too afraid to ask the woman if women could bear the fetus of an animal. She felt awkward at the idea of having to explain about Red Beauty and Black Pride. Other people wouldn't understand. They would think it weird, strange, and abnormal, for a young girl to have made love with horses.
Gina was a buxom, middle-aged woman with a red wig. Not your typical mid-wife. But she was efficient and businesslike, and in no time she had Lena off the table with the good news that she was pregnant no longer.
"What was it?" Lena asked, fearfully.
"What?" called Gina from the next room. "You just lie there and rest for a while. A couple of hours if you need to. Try not to talk."
"But, I mean, the baby, what was it?"
"It wasn't much, honey. I don't want to upset you, but it wasn't a healthy normal fetus. It's just as well it didn't come into the world."
"What do you mean?" called Lena trying to get up. An incredible pain seared her thighs as she did so, and she immediately lay back down on the bed.
"Just you rest. I'll be back in a while with something for you to drink that will help you heal," Gina said, and she went away.
While she lay there, Lena had a lot to think about. What would she do next, for example. Would she stay here in Iowa City? What would she do when her money ran out again? Could she possibly go back home, and take up that existence of swinging between being raped by her father and making it with his horses?
She wondered if he would ever find out how she had gotten her revenge on him, right under his nose. She thought for a moment too about Brad King. She wondered if she'd ever see him again. Did he ever think about her? She didn't know.
Life certainly was confusing. There was no clear path to follow, as there was in her mother's day.
Lena thought about her mother, giving birth to all those babies, and then watching them die, or grow up and leave home. Had her father gone back to abusing and beating her mother now that Lena had left home? Had he made any attempt to look for her? She was surprised every morning when she woke up in Bill's nice big double bed in the room streaming with sunlight that it hadn't all disappeared in the night and that she wasn't home again, having to get up to feed the chickens and pigs, and dread the sound of her father's footsteps.
She spent a couple of days taking it easy. She bought herself some clothes with the remaining money she had and took herself out to a nice restaurant where she resolutely turned down the offers of admiring men. Her money ran down and she had to go back to Consuela and the donkey act.
Consuela explained that she was only going to be in town another week. After that she was moving on south.
Lena's performance was greeted with enthusiasm by the audiences at the Black Pussycat, as before, and she made some more money – enough to open a modest bank account with. She felt very proud of herself.
On the last night of her act, Lena was startled by a familiar face in the crowd. It was the face of Ret, her older brother. He was sitting in the front row at a little private table and he had a woman with him.
She was sure Ret hadn't recognized Lena as his own sister. She wore a lot of makeup, and Ret thought she was back at home on the farm after all.
She had a note sent to him, asking him to be sure that he stayed for a few moments after the act because there was a lady who wanted to see him.
She watched him receive the note and look around the room for the silent lady and she saw the lady beside looking annoyed. After that, Lena didn't notice much else. She had to get it on with Pepe. Pepe was ornery that night, as donkeys will sometimes be. She had added a little costume for him to the act. He wore a straw hat with holes cut out for ears, and a little pair of boxer shorts and a tie, so that when she called him her husband it drew more laughs from the crowd.
Tonight Pepe's dick got bigger than it ever had before. Pepe was growing, or learning or both! Lena thought, as she crawled under him, being sure to lift the filmy black negligee she wore high so that it revealed her tits, which were as big as her thighs. She opened her legs for Pepe. He shoved his cock in her, and this time it felt as big as Bill's thumb.
The audience gasped. They had never seen a woman make it with an animal before, most of them. And that a woman would do it voluntarily, for money, in front of others, was incredible.
"Pepe, I like your dick," Lena crooned, going up and down on it. "My little husband, why did you come home so late from work today? Have you been seeing other women?" she asked him indignantly as she plunged on top of him, and the donkey brayed, and the audience laughed.
After the donkey came, his white donkey semen dripping on the floor beneath her, to the audience's additional gasps, Lena went backstage for a moment to clean herself. Then she came out again and went down into the pit to collect her tips.
Often the men would like to put the bills on the corner of a table and make her pick up the money between her legs with her thighs. She thought this was very silly, but they insisted so she did it.
She still wore the costume from her act: the black nightie that came to her navel, the black see-through briefs with the slit at the cunt, and black high pumps. She had forgotten about the presence of her brother and was feeling good tonight. A black man put out a bill on the corner of his table. She couldn't tell whose picture was on the bill, but the man was very good-looking and very well dressed. He looked quite wealthy and he had a very fancy dame sitting beside him, so Lena went all out.
Each time she approached the table with her open thighs, to catch the money, he moved the money farther back. Each time he moved it back, everyone laughed.
Finally, Lena put one foot high on their table. Her black stockinged leg caused quite a sensation, as did the slit of the panties she wore. With her leg lifted, all could see quite clearly, and from close up, the pink slit of her own, that lay between the black slit of the panties. Someone put a coin in the jukebox, and slow sexy music began. Lena began to gyrate, with her leg raised, in time to the music. It would be good for tips, she figured.
The black man let her have the bill – it turned out to be a $100.00, and she moved on to the other tables. Many of the men wanted to reach out and touch her pussy with their fingers – just touch it, and she let them. The little timid fingers reaching out to her just vaguely tickled the outside of her cunt, and she had to part her labia with her own fingers, and dip her own fingers in her honeypot and make her own clit and labia painful with desire and lust, in order to give the men the kind of sight they wanted to see: a cunt that was wet and inviting, as if it were just waiting to be penetrated by one of their dicks, many of which we're hard under the tables of the little joint. Finally to a last drumbeat, and a last bump and grind, Lena hurried to the dressing room in back to change and make her appointment with her brother. She hoped he was still waiting.
He was. She walked up to his table and said, "Excuse me, I am the lady who sent you that note. May I join you?"
The woman sitting next to Ret gave a cold look but Ret said, "Please do."
"You don't know who I am," Lena said.
"No," he gave a quizzical look at the woman.
"I'm your sister, Lena," she said. Ret almost fell off his chair backwards.
"Good God," he said. "It is Lena."
She still had on her makeup from the act, but she was wearing street clothes now. Still, the last time he had seen her was when she was seven and still a little girl. Now, at almost thirteen, she had changed much, she guessed.
"This is my wife, Carol," Ret introduced the two women. Carol was very silent and not too friendly.
"Where are you staying? What are you doing in Iowa City?" Ret asked.
Lena said: "Let's go somewhere else where we can talk."
They went back to Ret and Carol's place. Ret and Carol lived in a trailer in a park outside of town. They had a Ford station wagon.
Inside the trailer they offered Lena a drink. She accepted and then sat down happily. She felt at home. She started to ask Ret and Carol how long they had been married and what they did for a living and how they liked Iowa City and how long they had been there, and had they heard from their parents lately?
But Ret and Carol plied her with questions without answering any of the ones directed at them. Lena, under the influence of the drinks, spoke quite freely with them. She even cried a few times in recounting her story of the last year.
"Ret, you know how father always abused Mother? How we would often hear her screaming in the middle of the night? I know you remember because I know that's partly what drove you away when you were fifteen. That, and there being no future on that farm. Well, I'm only thirteen myself but I had to get out too. On my own."
"Ret, Daddy, well, he came to me as if I were a woman he met in one of his places. You understand what I'm saying? He raped me. Many times. He was making it a way of life. I had to get out. So I came here. They don't know where I am, and I don't know what I'm going to do, but all I know is, it's so good to have found you brother, and you too, Carol. Now I feel as if I have a real family."
They put Lena to bed in the living room for that night. Ret and Carol retired to their own end of the trailer.
They stayed up late talking. Mr. Hanson had put up a reward for Lena's return and they knew of it. He was offering $700 for any information leading to the return of his daughter. Ret and Carol needed some money – badly.
In the years since Ret had left home, he had done many different things to make a buck, but mostly he had drifted. He'd been a used car salesman, a door-to-door brush salesman, he'd sold encyclopedias and drugs. He'd even made his way for a while on the strength of his poker game, and he'd let one or two girls support him with what lay between their legs.
He'd been with Carol now for about a year. They were pretty tight. Carol was a lot older than she looked. She was 45, and her red hair was a wig. She wore lots of makeup and had a petite figure, so that people often did not realize her age while she sat beside the youthful Ret.
Ret liked Carol. Perhaps he found in her the mother he'd never had in his own mother. Mara Hanson had been no less able to defend or protect her son from her husband than she had been able to protect Lena. And Roland Hanson had not been easy on his son either. He had worked him hard, giving him no money, and often let him feel the lash of his riding crop or the rock of his fists.
Unfortunately, Ret had not become a kind, understanding, compassionate person after all his suffering. He had instead his father's brute-like nature.
Unlike his father forced into by circumstances. At least that was how he looked at it now. He did not like to have to plot, as he did in bed now with Carol, against his own baby sister. But he needed money.
In the morning, Carol made them all breakfast: powdered scrambled eggs and instant coffee and grits. It was in the morning that Lena realized Carol was not as young as Lena had originally thought. She saw that Carol's red hair was a wig. She saw the lines beneath Carol's thick make-up. But the couple was very friendly to her and insisted that she go back into town and get all her things and come and stay with them.
Ret drove her to Bill's house where she picked up her clothes. He took her out to lunch at a nice place where she had beer and wiener schnitzel. They went back to the trailer where Carol was waiting for them. Carol had gone out that day and bought some rope.
Ret had to run into his bedroom in the back where he broke down crying. Carol had followed him in. She held him in her arms and spoke to him lovingly.
"Honey, I know she's your sister, but it's dog eat dog in this world, and it's either us or her. You know how we could use those seven hundred smackers baby," she said.
"I know," he sobbed into her tits.
"We could take that little trip out west we been talking about for so long. To the Yellowstone Park. You know how much I want to see that geyser I been hearing about all my life since I was a little girl. And the Grand Canyon? And you could meet up with that big poker game that happens in September. Honey, it could mean our whole future," she dried his eyes.
They plied Lena with liquor and talk that night, and she fell asleep intoxicated on the couch again. When she woke up in the morning she was tied and bound to the sofa.
"What? What's going on here?" she immediately began to yell.
Ret and Carol awoke to her screams. It was only seven o'clock in the morning.
"Oh jiminy, the kid's screaming," said Carol.
"Honey, what are we going to do? I can't go out there and look her in the face," said Ret.
"I'll take care of it," said Carol. She slipped a torn bathrobe over her body, covering up her sagging breasts, and went out into the living room. She surveyed the pathetic creature on the couch.
Lena was beautiful, as beautiful as Carol had once been, many years before. Lena's lips were a rosy red as she awoke in confusion, and the passion of her fear flushed her cheeks. Her body spoke for itself, all curves and young firm flesh as she twisted in her bonds. Carol had tied her well the night before, securing her hands behind her back and tying her feet together, and then tying the whole to one of the legs of the couch.
She gave Lena a glass of water to quench her thirst, and said, "Honey, the stiller you lie, the better it will be for you. Now we're only doing what's best for you. You know your brother would never harm you. Just trust his judgment."
But as Lena continued to squirm and holler, Carol was forced to gag her with a dishtowel from the sink. Then she went back to Ret's bed.
They left her tied up that day. She was hungry and thirsty and she couldn't even get to the bathroom. She was sobbing the whole time beneath her gag at her brother's treachery. She didn't even know what he intended to do with her, not knowing about the reward her father had offered for her which Ret intended to collect.
The only company she had all day was Carol's Irish setter. It was a beautiful dog and though Carol had instructed it to make sure Lena didn't escape, the dog was very sympathetic toward Lena. He came over and put his head on her breasts and looked up into her miserable eyes with his big, wordless dog eyes. He had a beautiful red coat which Carol brushed every day. His red hair reminded Lena of Red Beauty and she was at once comforted by the memory, and terrified. Something told her this bondage was leading back to her life on the farm.
When Ret and Carol returned that night they conferred in their bedroom. Ret told Carol he had answered the ad in the paper that offered the reward, but he had not been able to speak directly to his father that day. Mr. Hanson was apparently out of town following up another lead on his daughter.
"Well, what do we do with her in the meantime, until we get in touch with your old man?" Carol asked.
"Honey, I guess we just have to keep her here for a while," Ret said miserably.
They returned to the living room, where Buster, the dog was sadly licking Lena's face which was wet with tears.
They untied the gag for a while.
Ret explained the situation: "Poor kid," he said to her. Even untying her hands and holding one of them. "You're sick," he told her. "I tried to contact Dad to let him know where you are. You need to go home. You're too young to be out on your own yet. You need to find a man to support you and help you. I don't like to think of my very own sister doing… what you were doing that night we found each other at the Black Pussycat."
"If you hate to see that sort of thing so much, what the hell were you doing there yourself." Lena asked viciously, grabbing her hand away from him. She hadn't related that part of the story to him about her and the horses, nor had she told him of the deformed fetus of her abortion, or of her abortion.
"Some women have to do those things," Carol interjected. "But they're bad women. Not nice girls like you. We were only there to see some of your brother's business contacts."
"What's his business, prostitution?" sneered Lena.
Ret and Carol exchanged a glance.
Carol said, "She's too young to, understand. Someday she'll thank us for rescuing her from a life like this, and for returning her home."
"I will not, you hypocritical… I don't know what the two of you get out of this, but I'll never forgive you, never!"
"Tie the gag on her again," said Ret getting up from the couch and looking away. Carol neatly replaced the gag.
Before they left the house again the next day, Lena begged to be allowed to speak again.
"Well?" said Carol after the gag was off.
"When you inhuman robots leave me here like this, I can't even get to the bathroom!" protested Lena. "I'll wet all over your couch."
"Hmm, that's true," pondered Carol.
"What can we do?" asked Ret.
"Tie her up in the bathroom," said Carol simply.
This they did. They simply moved her place of bondage from the couch in the living room to the little bathroom where they tied her by the neck to the sink. Carol had the additional bright idea of leaving Lena in her black panties with the slit from her act.
"You can go anytime you want now, honey," she laughed to see the voluptuous girl, in her sexy black briefs, bound hand and foot, gagged, and tied to the sink.
They closed the bathroom door and left the house.
The day passed slowly. Lena could hear Buster, the Irish setter, whimpering just outside the door and she whimpered back in answer.
Buster kept pushing at the door. Trailers are made out of plywood and cardboard, at least Ret's and Carol's was, and though they had locked the bathroom door, Buster soon had pushed it open.
It was a great comfort to have some living creature who was sympathetic to her. Lena sat on the tiled floor, miserable, and Buster came in and put his head between her knees. She couldn't pet him so instead she rubbed her legs against him. His coat was shining clean and his eyes were clear and intelligent looking.
"Buster, Buster," Lena crooned.
Buster licked her bare legs. The dog nosed her crotch. Dogs, unlike most people, do not have the sexual compunctions, taboos and niceties that humans have, and since Lena was tied up and couldn't push his head away, he nosed freely at her crotch, able for once to get his fill of the smell of the human female sex.
Lena kept rubbing against his flanks with her thighs and the dog lay down between her legs. His tongue was long and thick, much bigger of course than a human tongue.
Lena's sex was catching on fire as she lay there with the living creature between her legs. She thought of Bill, and his cozy furnished room. She wished she had never accepted her brother's supposed offer of hospitality. She had been so happy at Bill's. She wondered when he would return, if she would still be here, or already back on her father's farm. She had left Bill a note, with the address of her brother's trailer on it. She dreamed of a gallant rescue, but knew that only happens in books.
She thought of Brad King, and of that glorious night when he had found her riding Red Beauty, and of how he hadn't been shocked or ashamed or disgusted by her, but had wanted her for his own. He had loved her, yes, truly loved her that night. She wondered if he thought of her at all anymore. He probably went out with so many other girls that she had become only a vague memory.
She felt so sorry for herself, sitting locked in this john in a deserted trailer. Her legs ached and she stretched them. The slit of her bikini pants opened. The dog put his cold nose up to the pink flesh revealed by the slit.
"Oh, yes," Lena sighed.
Buster sniffed and licked her.
It was quite an unusual sensation. The dog's tongue was rough and bumpy and he was able to lick her in a way she had never been licked before. His tongue was able to cover the whole outside surface of her cunt with each lick. But best of all was when he stuck his nose into the place between her legs and it sunk in.
Then she groaned and shifted uneasily on the floor.
She looked down into his dog eyes. Did he know what he was doing?
Buster flopped over on the floor so that he was lying on his side. Lying on the floor also, Lena noticed, was his dick, red and long like a sticky finger.
Lena laughed to think that she might even find a way to get some loving here, in this ridiculous predicament of bondage that her brother had forced her into.
The dog growled and licked her again and again.
Her labia filled with the liquid of desire, and became red and taut. Underneath, in the inner cave, unseen, her clit too was excited and standing up straight. Sometimes the dog's tongue went in and brushed against her clit. It was so frustrating: she couldn't use her hands to direct his licks or open her legs wider to allow him greater entry. Her ankles strained to loosen the bonds so that she could open her legs more, and she shifted her hips a little so he might slip his tongue into her sideways and touch the good part.
The dog nosed aside the lace panty's edge and loosened her up with his dog's saliva. He had crawled on top of one of her legs now and was trying to hump her knee.
She laughed with sadness. "Buster, Buster," she crooned under the dishtowel.
She wondered if the dog would be able to actually mount her, and how she could aid him, and indicate to him to try.
Well determination always finds a way.
Buster was whining violently now, and his cock was larger. He was inching up along her leg, and licking at her breasts now, and her stomach. She slid down a bit on the floor.
He lay against her chest while she rubbed her head against his head, and his penis slid into the black slit of the panties, and the pink slit of her cunt.
The dog was growling and making all kinds of convulsive sounds. Lena let him make all the movements. Convulsively he slid his wet stick in and out of her human pussy.
She felt a small dipstick being inserted into her. It tickled the first two inches of her cunt. The bottom of her cunt was aching to be pressed and filled and made wet. But the dog couldn't help her out.
Instead, the frankfurter like member slid resolutely up and down on her clitoris and in between her labia, while the dog whined.
Oh, indeed, it did feel good, after all, Lena realized, stretching her knees on the bathroom floor.
The dog's lower half moved furiously on top of her loins and she felt the little dipstick slicking her cunthole's opening, hitting all the crucial spots with his erect dogcock.
The dog had an incredibly good time, and could carry on like this for hours. The day passed with Buster mounting Lena, after first eating her out. He would lie with his large head at her cunt and lick and lick and lick her. His tongue didn't have the muscles or intelligence to explore inside her, so when she was worked to a frenzy by his licking of the rim of her pussy, he could climb up her body until his slick dipstick was at her hole, and he would jab it into her, making her come by the simple speeding motion of his cock at her clit.
The room became filled with the smell of sex, of human pussy satisfied, and of dogcock brought to fulfillment.
The dog would disappear for a few hours too, to get some water or lie down, but he would always return to see how she was and if she wanted more. She always did.
Ret returned that night alone. He said Carol had some business to do and would return later. He didn't say what her business was, but Carol was walking the streets looking for a few bucks. She always got picked up. For 45 she really looked alright.
When Ret opened the door of the bathroom to look in on his sister, he was hit by a peculiar smell.
"It stinks in here," he said. "Couldn't even make it to the can," he muttered picking her up, untying her from around the sink and placing her in the bathtub.
Lena started to try to hit out at him with her knees and body, so he tied her to the towel rack over the tub. He only wanted to give her a shower. She kept trying to lash out at him. He pulled her tee-shirt off over her head and found himself staring at breasts like white melons. Her nipples were hard like buttons, and the brown radius around the nipples were like big cocoa stains.
Her navel was like a thumbprint in an otherwise flawless sculpture. Her belly sloped gently down into her black briefs. There was a blonde trail of downy hair leading down her belly into her briefs too.
She was holding her thighs tightly together so the two sides of the slit in panties came together and modestly covered what lay beneath.
With her hands tied together and tied over her head to the towel rack she was pretty much helpless however.
"I just wanted to give you a shower little sister," Ret licked his lips.
He turned the water on and began to strip himself.
Ret was twenty-five and burly like his father. He was more well-hung than his father, Lena noticed through the water coming down in sheets over her face. Ret's cock was big and hard. His legs were hairy. His wild hair on top of his head matched the wild bush that grew around the tower of power coming at her at crotch level.
"No! No!" she tried to scream. She could hear Buster whimpering outside the locked door.
Ret looked at the beauty before him. The water streamed down over her lovely neck, straining with fear, and down over her tits, swelling and shaking. The drops hung suspended on the tips of her boobs and then fell, onto her smooth white stomach, or into the pearly hairs clinging to her briefs, or down onto her small feet.
He tore her briefs off her to watch the water find paths through her pussy hair and down her legs.
He backed her against the wall by laying his hands on her lovely melons and by putting his groin against her belly. Her hands strained to break loose over her head.
The water was pouring down on him too, as he forced her legs apart with his knees. His cock found her pussy, and it found it big, soft and sweet. She was all loose and open to him, as if she had been making love all day. His cock just nudged the entrance to her cunt and suddenly he was all the way inside, stuffing her cave with his erect poker.
He powered his heavy cock up her cunt and felt her lovely tits all along. Her flesh was so soft and yielding, though she continued to fidget and strain, forcing him to take her out of the shower and tie her onto a chair, with her legs tied wide apart.
Now he could get at her the way he wanted to.
Her pussy lay open before him, its blond hair glinting with water. The red meat throbbed with terror before his cock which he swung in the air over her.
He lowered himself and taking her tits in his hands and squeezing them fully, he rammed his cock way up into her pussy and her tied legs could not close to resist him.
Again and again he stuffed it into her. Her flesh was so young and sweet and firm, not like Carol's old tired flesh. Lena writhed, naked, her hips and waist turning and twisting to get away from this onslaught, but still Ret's cock found its way home deep up inside of her and her flesh responded while her mind refused to. Pussy muscles gripped the pole of male flesh poking into her, and the pole pounded harder and harder while the pussy muscles gripped. He blasted his white stuff into her cockpit. He pulled his dipstick out and there was a flood of come on the chair where she sat bound. He liked to look at this sight and stepped away to observe, from the couch where he sat with his drink, his voluptuous baby sister, going on thirteen, with her legs tied apart, unwillingly revealing the charming sight of her pussymeat to him, all smeared with his come.