Karen managed to pull herself upright. She looked first at Milo, who sat wagging his shaggy tail and panting happily, then up to Ross. The beautiful teenager wiped a trace of the puke off her lips and asked the man, "That good enough?" She swallowed convulsively, choked, then continued, "I did what you wanted with Milo. Are you going to let me go with you?"
"Well, Ross, how about it?" said Fred, as eager as Milo. He didn't seem to realize what it would mean having Karen along with them. Ross wondered how he could get it across to his partner that it would only mean a heap of grief for them. "Come off it, Fred," he said, ignoring Karen. "You know when we split we got to run fast and dodge even faster. We can't have a millstone like her around our necks. Even if she is a pretty millstone, she'd weight us down. Even worse, she might make us hesitate just a trifle somewhere along the line."
Fred rubbed his chin with one finger. Then the sandy-haired man slowly nodded as he agreed. "I suppose you're right, Ross. Seems like a damned waste, though."
"Sure it is, but what the hell? There're others around. When the heat's off, we can go looking. Who knows what we might find, huh?" Ross hoped that Fred actually did agree. It would make it a lot easier on him. From the look that crossed the other man's face, Ross suddenly decided there was more to him agreeing than met the eye at first glance.
Ross was certain Fred was going along this time because it would make it easier to get rid of him when the time came. That was how Fred's mind worked. The man just didn't want witnesses around. And one that he'd probably have to waste, too.
"Hey, you two!" protested Karen. "Cut it out! You remember you promised me! You can't back out on a promise! Not after you made me do… all that." She made a face as she remembered exactly what she had done.
"Look, kid, we didn't force you to do that with the dog. Your furry friend's about the only one who really enjoyed it." He hesitated, then grinned crookedly. "Hell, okay, I dug it. But we didn't force you to suck off Milo. So we changed our minds. Big fuckin' deal. You're no worse off now than you were before. So what's the bitch, huh? You just stick here and you're in better shape than getting hooked up with a pair on the run like Fred and me."
"I don't think so," Karen said hotly. "I want to go with you! I hate it here! My parents don't understand me. If… if you want me to do something else to prove myself… just… just let me know." She shivered as thoughts of some of the other things they might ask her to do surfaced in her brain.
She'd been fucked up the ass several times, she'd gotten pissed on after being tied up and forced to suck off Ross, Fred had jammed a banana up her ass while he fucked her, then he'd fucked her while almost burning her tits off. The ultimate insult was sucking off an animal.
No matter what Ross said, Karen felt deep down in her heart that only Milo was enjoying that scene. It had made her sick to her stomach when the dog had come in her mouth. That slippery, slimy, disgusting cock wiggling obscenely around in her mouth and down her throat had been one of the most terrible things that'd ever happened to her.
She didn't care. She'd do anything, no matter how lewd or perverted, just to escape the prison her parents kept her in. San Quentin couldn't be worse torture than that!
"You're not listening, kiddo. You're not going with us. Period. End of sentence. Got it straight now?" Ross motioned to Fred. "Go ahead and tie her up. I think we'd better be getting out of here. My old intuition's acting up and I smell cops on the prowl."
"Yeah, I'm getting a bit jumpy, too," Fred agreed. They'd both been able to develop the sixth sense of a man on the run from the law. They could sense the presence of a cop. Ross had other reasons for wanting to leave. He didn't want Karen talking him into taking her along. In spite of what he'd said, she was an okay kid. He wouldn't mind having her along, fucking her brains out.
Karen was one hell of a piece of ass.
That was why Ross knew they had to beat it away from Folter Lake and Karen and Miriam. If he stuck around, he'd do something really dumb and take her along. The business about the millstone would come true like a bad nightmare.
No matter what a good fuck she was, the girl could only cause them big trouble.
Fred quickly tied up Karen. He turned to Ross and asked, "Hey, man, can I have one more go at the old broad?" Miriam opened her eyes for the first time. There was a look of sheer hatred on her face. If she could have killed the man, she would have.
Ross studied the scene. They didn't have to run. Not just at that instant. And the broad had offended him. She had called him all sorts of names. He might stick around just long enough to get even with her.
Revenge could be pretty sweet at times like this. "Hell, Fred, you must have an iron cock. How can you even get it up? My balls are sore as hell."
"Been saving it up longer than you, old man. I'm horny. But you're right. I am hurting a bit – just a bit mind you!"
"Okay, then, let's give the old lady a taste of what she found so revolting with her lovely, willing daughter. Bring me what's left of the dog food. I think Milo's still hungry."
Miriam tried to kick Fred when he began to smear the foul-smelling dog food all over her cunt. Then she spit on him. Ross backhanded her and quietly, menacingly said, "Don't do that or things'll get really tough for you."
Fred had finished stuffing the last bit of gooey dog food up her twat. Ross held back Milo. The big sheep dog wagged his tail joyously. This was more fun than he'd had since coming up to the lake. He didn't like being penned up out back. And it was even worse not having any female dogs around. He was a healthy, normal animal that loved to fuck.
So, when Ross let him go, Milo raced over to the suspended woman and began lapping up the surplus dog food. Miriam choked, began to cry. She quickly found that Milo would take little nips at her pussy if she tried to swing out of the animal's way. He thought she was playing. This was a brand-new game for the creature.
Milo was having a lot of fun running his tongue over the food-smeared cuntlips.
Miriam struggled to force her cunt muscles to close on the dog's tongue, to keep it out of her cunt. She failed. The animal's agile, lapping tongue was too quick for her. Milo continued to lick deep and wet inside her. The woman was revolted by the thought of a dog licking her cunt.
She wasn't in pain. Quite the opposite. She began to sob when the woman realized it felt good. She wouldn't admit that this perverted, lewd, obscene thing could feel good! Her cunt began to water as Milo attended to her with absolute precision.
His tongue flicked out, hit the spot of juicy dog food and coarsely rubbed against the woman's aroused clit. Bolts of carnal lightning soared through her body. Milo then lapped the entire distance along her pussylips. Miriam sobbed quietly as her body started to shake with erotic palsy. It felt so good!
Milo's tongue wormed its doggy way into the woman's snatch. The animal was enjoying this game. He wondered why the two women had never let him play it before. The taste of a human female was different, but he liked it. He liked it a lot. Milo continued to work his tongue in and out until the dog food was eaten from Miriam's cunt.
Then he started nuzzling and snuffling around in the furry patch of her cunt mound. It felt good against his cold nose. He snuffled again, snorting as he rubbed up against Miriam's leg.
She felt her pet's cold, dripping nose on her cunt. The shaggy-haired animal was soft and sensuous when he rubbed along her leg. She couldn't deny the animal was a little like a mobile fur piece, a sexy, moving fur piece.
But the waves of sensation that rippled through her body made the woman shiver. She couldn't possibly enjoy this. Her cunt was calling her a liar by pouring out gallons of oily lubricants. She tried to deny it and only succeeded in increasing the height of feelings in her turned on body.
Miriam was openly crying when she came. The orgasm smashed through her, then left her drained and weak. Milo didn't understand what was going on. Besides, his doggy mind quickly grew bored. He curled up at her feet and went to sleep.
Fred chuckled and Ross smiled. The redhead asked Miriam, "See how much fun your pet can be, love?"
"You're scum!" she shouted. "Scum! Lower than the lowest animal that ever crawled the Earth!"
"You oughta know. You who gets off on animals eating out your tasty little cunt!" he shot back. Miriam didn't say another word.
"Let's get some food and scram. Sure the girl's tied up real good?"
"No worries, Ross."
The two loaded the Finney van with food for the long trip to Canada. Ross found a roadmap and started figuring that they could reach Seattle and be across in Vancouver in about twenty hours of hard driving. They didn't dare drive over the speed limit. Getting caught in a hot car was bad, being sent back to Q was even worse.
"This is a really snazzy van, ain't it?" Fred looked through the insides of the Chevy van. There was a mattress on the floor in back. Cabinets lined the walls for storage. Curtains closed over the back window to insure privacy.
"Real nice. Old man Finney must be well heeled to outfit a rig like this. But to hell with that. Let's roll!"
Fred managed to get the van started and they headed down the dusty trail to the highway. The bouncing and jostling was bad, even at the slow speed they had to go.
Ross heard a tiny metallic snap. Quick as a striking snake, he turned to see a partially clad Karen jumping into the back of the van.
"How the hell did you get loose?" he asked.
"Fred forgot there were knives around. And that he hadn't strung me up like he did my mother. So, here I am!" She was only partially clothed. It was obvious she'd thrown as many of her things into a paper sack as she could and then run like hell after the fleeing men.
Ross sighed. "So what're we going to do with you?"
A gleam crept into Karen's jet-black eyes. "Well, I can think of all sorts of things." She sat down on the mattress as the van bounced along and spread her legs in a wide vee. The girl hadn't had time to put on any underwear. Her snatch was already dewy with lust drops.
Ross sighed again and shrugged. "Drive on for a while, Fred. Then you can spell me back here." He dropped his jeans to reveal a quivering, long hard cock. If the van was going to bounce all over the road, then he'd take advantage of it.
Karen held out her arms and Ross dropped heavily on top of her. His weight pinned her firmly to the mattress, kept her from sliding around as the van drove over the uneven dirt road. When his cock slipped easily up her cunt, he didn't even have to do any work. The man just relaxed and let the motion of the van work the hard length of prick around inside the frothy cunt.
"That's more like it!" Karen exclaimed.
She lay back to enjoy the sensations flooding her body. It was like a warm, carnal ocean flowing over her. Each time the van hit a bump, she could feel Ross' cock wiggle inside her. The friction was warming her up fast. Her hips began to buck and thrash so badly, she locked her legs around behind Ross' back.
The two lay locked together in each other's embrace as the van sped on its way to Canada and freedom.
Karen was happy. She'd gotten away from her parents and the strict hold they kept on her. Fred could hardly wait to take his turn. And Ross couldn't complain. Not when he had his prick buried far up one of the juiciest, hottest and tightest cunts he'd ever found.
No, he couldn't gripe at all!