He slapped her ass. He got up from the bed and she watched the men put their clothes back on.
They started out the door.
"What about me?" Tracy asked.
"You know where you're supposed to go," the man said.
"But I don't know where I am," she protested.
"He'll find you," the man said. "When he wants to find you."
She remained at the little house until she heard a car pull up front. She had already dressed and she walked outside. Brad had the car door open for her.
"Are you ready to go back?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered.
"Mr. Douglas wants to see you as soon as you've rested and cleaned yourself up. There's a dressing gown on your bed for you to put on."
She realized that her bag was gone and now the only clothes she had were the ones she had on. Perhaps that had been what Joe Douglas had intended all along. Perhaps he was trying to make her dependent upon him for things.
It won't work, she told herself. They had raped her and she'd had promised them anything, but she would get another chance to run away. Then she remembered what the man had told her about having to come back there.
This time they wouldn't be so gentle with her.
She shivered as she wondered how rough a human being could possibly get with another. Surely he hadn't meant that about using her ass and mouth the same way they had used her pussy.
That would be too much! Somehow she knew that she was fooling herself. That man had meant everything he'd said.
They stopped at the front of Mr. Douglas' country house. Brad got out and opened the door for her. She saw him looking at her blouse and she remembered that she wasn't wearing a bra.
She looked down at herself, her nipples were responding to the cold. They were hard and outlined against the sheerness of her blouse.
Brad was licking his lips. She thought that perhaps she could use Brad to get, away. He was hot for her. Maybe she could convince him to turn her loose.
"Do you think I'm pretty, Brad?"
"Sure," he said.
"How would you like to be my special boy?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, if you'd help me to get away you could come and visit any time you want. I'd be nice to you, Brad. I really would."
"How nice?"
"Just anything you wanted," she said.
She was pleased at the way the conversation was going. Brad looked really interested. She pushed her titties forward to give him a better view.
"Would you suck my cock?" he asked.
She didn't want to answer that question. She didn't want to suck any man's cock. That seemed the most degrading thing a woman could do. But she wanted to get away and she swallowed her pride.
"Of course," she said. "Anything you wanted."
"How do I know you'd be worth helping?"
"I could do something for you," she said.
She wished that her pussy wasn't so sore. She would have just leaned back and given him what he wanted. But, she was afraid that he would hurt her.
"What will you do?" he asked. "Will you suck my cock? Right now?"
She couldn't do that. Then she realized that she was never going to get away unless she did as Brad wanted. He was her last hope. The only one who could help her escape.
"All right," she said tiredly.
"Sit with your legs out of the seat," he said. "I'll stand here by the door."
She swung her legs out of the seat and sat motionless. He unzipped his trousers and brought out a large, limp prick. He drew closer to her so that his prick was only inches away from her face.
"Kiss it," he demanded.
She touched her lips distastefully to the head of his cock. She felt it growing under that slight caress. She drew back in disgust. She didn't know if she was going to be able to do this or not. It seemed an awful price to pay for her freedom.
"Can't I do something else?" she asked. "I mean I'll do that for you but right now I'm just so tired and it wouldn't be good for you. Why don't we wait until you get me back to my sister's apartment? Then we can have a really good time."
"You stupid bitch," he said, stuffing his prick back into his trousers. "You didn't really think I'd let you go, did you? Shit, when Mr. Douglas is through with you I get you and you'll suck my cock or whatever I want."
She slapped at him but he caught her hand and jerked her from the car. He grabbed her hair and bent her head back until she was afraid her neck was going to snap.
His other hand crept between her legs. He pushed her legs apart roughly and stuffed his hand down the waistband of her pants. She felt his fingers going underneath her panties and rubbing her sore pussy lips.
"Please," she said. "Please."
"DO you know what would happen if I told Mr. Douglas that you tried this trick?"
"I think so," she said.
"You bet your sweet ass you know," Brad said. "He'd send you right back to the little cabin. Those boys can be a hell of a lot rougher than they were tonight."
He pressed his mouth to hers and his tongue pushed between her lips. He fondled her tongue with his own. His finger penetrated her cunt and started rubbing her.
"STOP!" she begged him loudly. "It burns! It really hurts!"