"Okay, bitch," Rebus said. "Put your blouse on. We're going to the house."
"Can't you just take me home?" Erica asked. "Didn't you get what you wanted?"
"Hell," Rebus said. "I've just started. Now put your fucking clothes on."
She tugged down her skirt and pulled her blouse around her as well as she could. He started the truck again and drove her down to his house.
"Get out," he commanded.
She climbed wearily out of the truck. A woman came to the door. She was about ten years older than Erica, but she looked twice as tired. She was attractive but in a weary way.
"Why did you bring her here?" she asked. "I found her on the road," Rebus said. His wife's eyes went to the bare expanse of flesh that was exposed by the ripped blouse.
"But you had your fun," she said. "Now why did you have to bring her here?"
"Because I'm going to have some more fun," Rebus said. "We're going to keep her here for a while…"
"No, we can't…"
"What?" Rebus' voice grew hard. "Are you telling me that I can't keep her here?"
It looked as if the woman were still going to refuse. Her face grew hard, but her lips trembled. She raised one hand and pointed it at Erica. "You whore!"
"Please," Erica said. "I'm not. I…"
"Bring her in," Mrs. Turner said. "Bring the little whore in."
Rebus pushed her and Erica stumbled forward into the house. The house was clean and comfortable-looking, with big, overstuffed chairs and soft carpets on the floors.
"Your clothes won't do," Mrs. Turner said. "We'll have to find you something else. I think one of my bras would fit you, although her may be just a little bigger than I am in the tits."
Erica found herself alone in the bedroom with Mrs. Turner. She had no idea where Rebus had gone. She noticed a bedside phone.
"I-I can't stay here," Erica said.
"Yes, you can," Mrs. Turner replied. "My husband said you're going to stay."
"But you don't understand. I must get home. I must. People will be looking for me."
Mrs. Turner gave her a sympathetic look. "Maybe you're not a whore, but there's nothing I can do. You're have to stay until he says you can leave."
Erica looked longingly at the phone. If only she could get Mrs. Turner out of the room for a few minutes, she might be able to get to the phone. Then she could call the police. She wouldn't tell them anything, but they could help her get out of the house.
"Have you got something, to drink?" Erica asked. "I feel a little weak."
"Sure," Mrs. Turner said. "By the way. You can call me Betty. We might as well try to get along if we're going to be here for a while."
Betty left the room. Erica waited until the door was shut and then she made a grab for the phone. She dialed the emergency number.
"Police," a sharp voice said.
"I'm being held pri…"
The phone was jerked out of her hand. Erica tried to turn around, but a heavy fist crashed against the side of her head. She fell against the bed. He hit her again and opened the cut on her lip once again.
"Bitch!" he said violently. "Bitch! I see I need to teach you a lesson."
Erica couldn't say anything. She was only dimly aware of the fists that kept smashing against her body. Finally she was only aware of a dull thudding in her brain.
"Goddamn bitch!"
The beating stopped. Erica closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she was lying on the floor. She brushed her hair back and found it caked with blood. Her blood. She looked in the mirror and was shocked by what she saw. Her face was black and blue and crossed with a dozen cuts where his knuckles had drawn blood. Her full breasts were also bruised.
"Oh God. Oh dear God. What have I done to deserve this?"
She heard the door opening. Betty Turner came in and knelt beside her. She had a basin of warm water and she began to wash Erica's cuts.
"I couldn't warn you about the phone," she said. "All the girls try it, and he never lets me warn them."
"You mean… you mean he brings other girls here?"
"Yes," Betty admitted. "He's brought many here. He teaches them manners, or at least that's what he says. What he really teaches them is how to wait on him."
"I don't understand?"
"You will," Betty said. "Before he's done, you'll be his most willing slave."
"Never!" Erica said fervently.
"Yes, you will," Betty said.
Betty finished washing Erica's cuts. She put her arm around her.
"Can you stand?" she asked.
"I think I can. But I feel a little weak. My legs are hurting."
"No wonder," Betty said.
She helped Erica to stand. She walked her into the bathroom.
"There's hot water already in the tub," Betty said. "Soak yourself for a while."
Betty left. Erica stepped into the tub. Her clothes had already been taken off and she wondered if Rebus had fucked her again after he had beaten her. Probably he had. Erica sank down into the tub.
She washed herself thoroughly. She then soaked in the tub until Betty came back. She stood up.
"Drink this," Betty said, handing her a dark-colored drink. "It'll make you feel better."
"What is it?"
"Just drink it," Betty said.
Erica took a long drink and felt it warming her insides. Betty was right. It did make her feel better. Betting gave her another of her sympathetic looks.
"I see I was wrong about you. You're different from the others. Most of the girls were just whores. You are different."
"I'm a teacher," Erica replied.
"A teacher?" Betty asked incredulously. "How in hell did you meet my husband?"
"I was raped by some boys and left in tile woods," Erica explained. "Your husband found me."
"You poor thing," Betty said. "You poor, poor thing. Come with me. A good night's sleep will do you good."
Again Erica looked at the bedside phone as she walked into the bedroom. Betty caught her glance.
"I wouldn't if I were you," Betty said. "He's a hard man. The beatings get worse. Next time you won't be able to move for a week or two. He'll hurt you bad."
"How would he know?" Erica asked.
"He'll know. And if you could get away, he'd find you and things would be worse for you. Why don't you give up any idea of escape? He'll let you go."
"When?" Erica asked.
"When he's tired of you." Betty shrugged.
Erica felt as if she had just received another hard blow to her stomach. When he was tired of her. That would be years. Longer than years.
"Have a good night's sleep," Betty cautioned. "Tomorrow your training begins."
"My training?"
"Just sleep good. You'll find out."
Erica hadn't really intended on sleeping, but when she opened her eyes it was daylight. And Rebus was standing over her bed.
"Time to get up," he said.
She realized she was naked underneath the covers and she decided that she was through being used. In the daylight everything looked better. She wasn't going to allow this man to hurt her any more.
"I'm calling the police," she said. "If you don't let me go. I've had enough of you."
Rebus smiled. He stripped off his shirt. His chest was huge and covered with thick black hairs. He stripped off his trousers. His hard prick bulged out in his shorts.
"You're going to earn your keep while you're here," he said.
He ripped off the sheet. Her naked, luscious body was revealed to his hungry eyes.
"Shit," he said. "I forgot how nice you were. You are one beautiful woman."
He climbed onto the bed beside her. He tenderly kissed her nipple. He sucked one and began to caress it with his tongue. He sucked on it until the nipple grew hard and then he moved to the other.
In a moment he had both of her nipples rock-hard and slippery with his saliva.
"Just ease up, baby," he said softly. "Just ease up and you'll like it. I promise you that you'll like it."
Never, she told herself. Never would she like it with this evil, ugly man. But even as she tried to convince herself, she could feel him lighting the fires within her. His lips and tongue were more experienced than Tim's.
She tensed and he felt it.
"Don't do it," he said. "Just let yourself enjoy it. I'm going to teach you about sex, honey. I'm going to be your teacher for a change. Are you ready to learn your lesson?"
His tongue moved down the soft curve of her belly until he was licking at her thighs. Erica remembered how good she had felt when Tim had kissed her cunt, and then how good she had felt when his tongue licked her pussy. She was beginning to get hot.
Rebus felt the resistance drain out of her and he laughed. He'd always known how to make a woman love fucking and sucking. That was one of the reasons Betty stayed with him, even though he treated her like dirt. She loved his cock, his mouth, his hands, and she'd never be able to live without them. Betty would allow him to fuck any girl he chose and even help him, as long as he would come back to her when he was done.
The way Betty loved him had been what gave Rebus the idea.
If Betty, who had been a strong woman when he married her, so completely belonged to him, then why couldn't he own other women in the same way? He envisioned himself with an army of women at his command, and his vision had damn near come true.
There had been more than a dozen women to fall under his spell. Erica was going to be one more to add to his list. And such a luscious one.
He could kiss and nibble on her titties all day long. And her pussy. Such a sweet-smelling, tasty pussy. He pushed his tongue into her cunt. She had a hot box.
He looked up at her. Her face had turned red and she was licking her lips.
"You're going to be begging for me before I'm done," he said.
"No! Never!"
"Wait and see."
He pushed his tongue into her cunt once more. He knew the trick to bring a woman quickly to climax and he used it on Erica. When he had her moaning softly and her hips writhing underneath him, he pulled away.
"You ready to beg?"
"You bastard!"
"Are you ready to beg?"
"No," she said. "I'll never beg you. No matter what you do, I'll never beg you!"
He smiled. They all said they would never beg. Every one of them. But all of them begged before he was done and with begging went that last ounce of resistance. They were his after that…
He waited until he was sure she was calm. In fact, she was tensing up again. Then he pushed his face into her pussy once more. He found her clit and began to manipulate the little knob with his tongue.
"Ummmmmm," Erica moaned. "Ummmmmm." Once again he brought her to the point of climax before he stopped. She screamed and cursed at him and pummeled him with her fists, but he only laughed.
"Beg," he said. "Beg and I'll be good to you."
"Goddamn you!"
She still wouldn't beg.
He wondered at her strength of will. No woman had ever been able to resist him this far. He waited until once again she was quiet. Her hips had quit moving. He could feel his prick pushing against his shorts. Goddamn, but he was going to have to subdue her pretty soon or he'd have to fuck her anyway.
Once more he put his mouth to her pussy.
"Oh God!" she moaned. "Oh, go ahead and fuck me!"
"What?"
"Fuck me," she said. "Please fuck me!"
"Are you begging me?"
"Yes," she said. "I'm begging you to fuck me. Please stick your cock in me!"
Now he had her. He reached down and tugged off his shorts. His hard prick brushed against her leg as he positioned himself on top of her.
Erica no longer worried about humiliating herself. Now she needed his hot cock between her legs, pounding into her pussy, helping her to climax. She needed relief from the fires that burned in her pussy.
"Oh fuck me!" she begged. "Fuck me good and hard!"
He gave a shove and his cock was buried in her hungry cunt. His prick was no boy's cock. His cock was huge and meaty and it filled her cunt. His hands came up to squeeze her titties as he slowly moved in and out of her cunt.
"Oh that's it!" she moaned. "That's what I needed! Oh fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard!"
He began to feel an ache in his balls. He began to squeeze her titties harder and he started whispering dirty words into her ear.
"Oh God," she moaned. "Oh God, you're making me come! Oh fuck me, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm comingggggggggg!"
She began to writhe underneath him and it finally caused him to explode into her cunt with huge gobs of his white jism. They kept moving against one another until they were both drained of juice.