Chapter 8. Clandestine assignations
(Author's note: This chapter contains a non consentual sex scene...you have been warned.)
Sarah flopped down on her bed, totally worn out. After one hour at the dinner table listening to Karen's Aunt Rose spouting on how the lack of restraint exhibited by the young people of today was causing the downfall of society, Sarah was thinking she deserved a medal. After all, she had not reached across the table to strangle the old woman. Karen's eyes had begged Sarah not to say anything; or do anything even though it seemed most if not all of Aunt Rose's comments were directed at Sarah.
There was a light tapping at her door, and the girl sat up. "Yes?"
Karen slipped into the room and shut the door. "I don't know how it is, that woman always begins to harp on things that are happening to me and mine." She sat down on the chair next to the door. "I swear to you, I didn't say a word to her."
Sarah began to laugh, "I know that," she giggled maddeningly.
"Sarah," Karen motioned her to hush, but she too began to giggle. "God, if she wasn't my mother's sister!" The strawberry blond rolled her eyes, setting off more giggles in Sarah.
Sarah relaxed. "It's okay, I know she's harmless and doesn't mean to be so," she paused looking for a word.
"Bitchy." Karen said filling in the word and standing up. "Well, I have to go back down there. But you, you take a break and stay up here, where it's safe. "
"Karen," Sarah thought now was as good a time as any; "You think I can go to the mall Saturday and do some of my holiday shopping?"
Karen shrugged. "I don't see why not, I'll discuss it with your father." She opened the door and stepped into the hall. "I'll call you down when your mother calls." Sarah didn't bother with lighting the lamps as darkness fell. She curled up on the window seat to watch the dusk fill the sky, craning her neck to see the early stars that were visible. The darkness felt like a comforting friend, and she welcomed it. Half an hour later, Karen returned. "Sarah, you mother is on the line. Why don't you take it in my room, where you'll have privacy?"
Sarah accepted the offer, knowing Karen was trying to be pleasant and agreeable. She picked up the phone and closed the door so nosy Aunt Rose didn't hear the conversation. "Hi, Mom," she said quietly.
"Speak up dear, it's hard to hear!" Her mother's voice rose above the din of noisy actors and actresses back stage.
"Hi!" Sarah said louder, smiling.
"Hey!" Linda sounded happy; rushed, but happy. "How was turkey with Aunt Rose?"
"Don't get me started." Sarah quipped. "How's the play?"
"We had a full house," the actress bragged.
"Great." Sarah lay on the bed. "Did Daddy tell you what's going on here?"
There was a moment of quiet; unnerving quiet. "Some." The actress' voice went guarded.
Sarah picked up on the unspoken cue. "Am I still coming out for Christmas vacation?"
"Yeah, of course;" Her mother piped up. "Sarah I have to run, we have one hour for dinner and then we go back on the boards."
"Ok, Happy Turkey Day Mom."
"You too, sweetie."
Sarah hung up the phone and sighed, "Yeah, me too." She lingered in room, something in the back of her mind kept nagging at her. She looked around the room; with Toby's crib now in his own room it seemed larger, and yet it seemed to be missing something. She looked at the bed her father shared with Karen; it was the same bed he'd shared with Linda. The only difference in the room was the bedspread and the curtains. Karen had changed that, and that alone. She couldn't imagine walking in on her father and Karen, not the way she'd almost walked in on Linda and Jeremy. The thought of Karen and her father entangled as the other couple had been gave her a slightly repulsive feeling. She decided it was time to get out of this room, before he mind started drawing up images she really didn't want to see.
Sarah opened the door and stepped into the upstairs hall, only to come face to face with Aunt Rose, nearly colliding with her. "Why don't you look where you're going, young woman?" The older woman was glaring at her, and huffing slightly. Her face was slightly red, and her eyes were like hot coals. "What are you doing in there?" She demanded of the teen.
"Karen let me use the phone in there to talk to my mom." She answered quickly and wondered why she'd answered at all. The old woman looked at her as if she saw though Sarah and she really didn't like the feeling. "Excuse me, Aunt Rose, I'll just go to my room." She started to hedge her way to cross the hall.
"I'm not your aunt!" the angry words that sucked the air out of the hall came out of nowhere. The woman grabbed the girl's wrist, "You hear me, snippet? I'm not your aunt."
Sarah pulled her wrist out of the hand that was holding it like a vise; she refused to allow the old woman to see her cry. She moved into the bedroom across the hall and shut the door, locking it so the old harridan could not follow. Taken aback and traumatized by the anger she'd felt coming her way, Sarah sat on her bed and hugged herself, rocking back and forth. She heard a commotion in the hall, heated words being exchanged. Aunt Rose's voice rose above them all, complaining about how poor Karen was suffering and no one seemed to care or do anything to stand up for her. Sarah heard Karen telling the old woman to mind her own business. Aunt Rose was reading the riot act to Robert, telling him he should have packed Sarah off to her mother or a good boarding school instead of expecting her poor niece to try and clean up the mess made by that bitch he'd been married to before. Sarah picked up her pillow and tried to cover her ears; she didn't want to hear this. The voices in the hall only got louder. Sarah went into her bathroom and sat with her clothes on in the tub, the pillow still pulled tight around her ears as her tears began to fall. Crying herself out, she fell asleep in the tub.
Hours later, something brushing on her bathroom window awakened her. She was stiff from having curled up in the tub. She looked at the room and blinked, wondering how in the world she'd fallen asleep. Remembering Aunt Rose's tantrum, Sarah crawled out of the oversized tub, stripped off her clothes and changed into her night shirt that was hooked on the bathroom door. She crawled into her own bed, the sheets welcoming her with a familiar caress. Sarah soon drifted off into sleep. Her dreams were no refuge this night; they were haunted by the specter of Aunt Rose.
When morning arrived, the girl dragged herself out of bed feeling as if she'd been tortured. She pulled on her robe and went down to the kitchen to find Karen sitting at the little kitchen table, her head down in her arms and in tears. Sarah for a moment forgot her own woes and moved to her stepmother. "Karen, what's wrong?"
The strawberry blond looked up at the teen. "Oh Sarah, I'm so sorry about what Aunt Rose said…and did." She moaned. "She had no right to attack you."
"Don't worry about me," the teen said trying to sound convincing. "I'm a Williams, I'm tough."
"No you're not," Karen took her hand, "You're not tough and you shouldn't have to be…for God's sake, this is your home! I can't believe what she said;" It was obvious that Karen had not gotten a moment's rest during the night. "I never thought she could be so hateful." She sobbed again. Stepmother and stepdaughter sat holding hands and sharing the common commiseration brought on by the outburst of accusations of Aunt Rose.
Sarah looked around at the room; Karen had spent a good deal of time putting away everything from the dinner. "You do so much, and I never seemed to notice it before."
"You're not supposed to notice it." Karen sniffed. "You're just supposed to appreciate it."
"I do." Sarah whispered softly. "I do appreciate it… even if I don't say so often enough." She patted the hands she'd been holding. "How about I make coffee?"
"Would you?" Karen blinked.
"Yep, and I'm making breakfast." Sarah stood up to go the coffeemaker.
"You can cook?" Karen asked in amazement, for she had not once seen Sarah lift so much as a sauce pan.
Sarah laughed, "As a matter of fact, I can." She looked at her stepmother's amazed face. "I can sew, too."
Karen began to giggle, and then laugh. "Sarah, you never cease to amaze me."
The teen set up the coffeemaker and then pulled out the tray of eggs. "My specialty are omelets."
Robert entered the kitchen to the aroma of fresh coffee and something cooking. "Ah, fresh coffee," he murmured; "Nectar of the Gods." Sarah poured him a cup and returned to the omelet she was preparing for Karen. Robert took a seat and cocked a brow upward. When the girl placed a plate of hot food before him, he smiled up at her. "Thank you, princess. Where's the paper?"
Sarah smiled looking at her father, then returned to the stove and another serving of eggs. He believed her, he had said. He was still her knight in shining armor, defending her and protecting her- and keeping her locked in a castle. Sarah paused; no, that was not right. She looked over at him again; he wasn't keeping her from the world. Both he and Karen had encouraged her to start dating. What was holding her back? What was it she'd told that man, Mayfaire? The boys here were more interested in football, not role playing; not dressing costumes and acting out. Who wants a boy, she asked herself, I want a man.
"Sarah, the eggs are burning!" Karen warned.
Pulling herself back from the sudden vision of a man in breeches slapping a leather riding cropp into his sheathed palm with a violent crack, the girl pulled the pan off the fire and saved what was left of her omelet from that was not scorched. "Sorry, got lost in a thought." She said as she joined her parents at the table. She cleared her throat and looked at Karen. "Did you ask him?"
Karen looked perplexed. Remembering, Karen gingerly turned to her husband. "Sarah would like to go to the mall tomorrow and do some of her holiday shopping. What do you think, dear?"
Robert looked at both women and shrugged. "I see no reason why she can't do whatever she wants to do."
Sarah and Karen exchanged a look; Sarah looked at her father over her fork, "Daddy, the investigation?"
Robert sipped his coffee happily after devouring his omelet. "I don't care about this silly investigation, and if Henderson does not like that I trust you, he can kiss my ass." He snickered, thinking about the man who'd begun this mess. "Pompous fool, over reacting over a silly little drawing. He wouldn't be happy if I had you horse whipped."
Karen winked at Sarah, but the girl was beginning to feel something picking at her. Guilt.
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Lana appeared at the Henderson's front door bright and early on Saturday. Mrs. Henderson was dressed to go into the city, and she was rushing. She told the girls to have a good time and not to spend too much money. Mr. Henderson had already gone to his office, and Hank was gone as well. Lana dropped the sweet girl act once Mrs. Henderson was out the door. "I thought she'd never leave."
Meg nodded as she headed for the medicine cabinet that was in the pantry. "I know. She's becoming a nag, almost as bad as the old man." She searched the shelf and rummaged until she found what she was looking for; a bottle of over the counter sleeping tablets.
"What's that for?" Lana asked as Meg came back into the Henderson kitchen.
"Just in case," Meg looked at the pills in the bottle. "A couple of these in a little booze will make Sarah just dopey enough not to be able to fight off Hank. And by the time they wear off, she'll be tied to a bed, legs in the air, a cock shoved up her pretty little ass." Meg looked at her companion. "You sure she's going to be at the mall?"
"She'll be there." Lana sighed. "She's too eager to be friends." she said mockingly. "You didn't tell Terry about this, did you?"
"No, Terry thinks I'm not springing this trap until around Christmas." Meg waved her hand. "Terry is away this weekend; she's at some Aunt's house up in Utica. Why, you think she's going to feel left out?"
The other girl rolled her eyes, "Like I care if Terry is left out." Lana shook her head; "No, but I don't think we can trust Terry with our secrets anymore. She's making all kinds of noise, and I don't like what I'm hearing. Besides, she's no fun. Even Hank thinks she's just a nuisance; not worth the trouble of keeping in our little circle."
Meg listened to the words being spoken. "Well, I planned on dropping her once we had Sarah, so we may as well plan on dropping her now. After this weekend, we don't really need her."
Lana smiled; thinking of what was ahead for Sarah. "Take lots of pictures. I wish I could be there to see the look on her face when Hank sinks into her."
"Don't worry, pet," Meg cooed. "I'll take lots of pictures, and a video too. But, Hank's right. The pigeon won't come if she thinks she's being trapped. You have to stay behind; Sarah will believe me if I say I want to complete the art assignment."
Lana laughed callously. "Right, she doesn't have to know that you already used me as your model and turned the work in a week ago. Good thing they keep her isolated, she has no idea of what's going on in the real world trapped in that room with old eagle eyes."
Meg smiled, remembering tying Lana up and drawing her, and then playing sex games with the willing victim. "I hope Sarah will be as responsive as you are."
"You can train her, Mistress." Lana knelt to the red haired girl; "You, and Master Hank."
Meg motioned for the other girl to rise, and then she hooked arms with her slave, "Come Lana, let's go get the pigeon."
Lana, molded herself to Meg, "I'll cum even more once I see those pictures, Mistress!" Both girls giggled wickedly as they left the house.
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Sarah looked at her clothes, wondering why it was she didn't feel right about this. There was nothing wrong with the outfit; she'd worn this loose fitting shirt a dozen times. She loved this shirt, and the vest with the gold threads. She'd worn this denim prairie skirt over and over. There was nothing out of the ordinary about her attire. She looked like almost any other teen girl in this little town. She pulled on her boots trying to ignore the guilt that had plagued her for the last twenty four hours. Going down stairs she found Karen making breakfast, and asked for just toast. Karen commented on how nice she looked, and Sarah nodded. She looked at the clock and commented that she wanted to be at the mall when the doors opened at ten. Karen offered to drive her over, but Sarah said she could take the bus and that Karen had her hands full with Toby who was still wailing and teething.
Sarah got off the bus and walked the short distance to the mall entrance from the bus stop. She had to step carefully; there had been a light snowfall over night and there were still icy patches on the sidewalks. The doors of the mall were already open, but the stores were just preparing to open. Sarah headed toward the big center of the mall where the huge Christmas display was, including a wonderful little live steam railroad. She made a mental note to bring Toby here and give the kid a treat, and Karen a break.
Sarah looked into a toy store, wanting to get a nice stuffed toy friend for her baby brother. She asked at the desk if they had the one she was looking for, and was informed that the only store that had that was over in Hazelcrest. She exited the store to find both Meg and Lana standing out in the large corridor.
Meg painted on a friendly smile, a bit too friendly, and she moved toward Sarah with open arms. She hugged the dark haired girl with enthusiasm. "Sarah!" she said in a breathy voice. "Oh, I've missed you!"
"I've missed you, too," Sarah said, but the words didn't have as much sentiment as she hoped. There was a hint of suspicion in the teen's tone.
"What were you doing in there?" Meg asked trying to sound sweet, but feeling annoyed by the girl's disregard for her.
Sarah looked at her, feeling suddenly on guard and defiant. "I told my parents I came here to shop" she said coldly. "I went in there to get something for my brother, but they didn't have the toy I wanted." She huffed. "I have to go over to Hazelcrest."
Lana and Meg exchanged knowing looks. "Hazelcrest!" Meg said in a much too cheery voice. "Why, my aunt's house is in Hazelcrest! The toy story is down the road and I'm supposed to go there today and collect the mail. Aunt Lil is in Florida seeing her daughter for the holiday. In fact, I wanted you to go there with me. I figure we'd have the whole place to ourselves and I can draw you and get this assignment out of the way." They were passing the food court and Meg pointed to one of the stands. "I'll get us some soft drinks," she motioned to the benches just beyond. "You too grab us a seat, and I bring the drinks over."
Lana hooked her arm into Sarah's, as if they'd been life long friends. "So tell me what this special toy is." She conversed pleasantly with the unaware Sarah.
Almost before Sarah could answer Meg arrived with the drinks, handing them to each of the other girls before getting rid of the cardboard carrier she'd gotten with the cups.
Sarah made a face almost at once, took another long sip and commented. "This tastes funny."
Meg let out an exasperated huff, "I thought this was too sweet! I must've gotten them mixed up. Listen, I feel like I have a bit of a sore throat; must be a cold coming on. I don't want you to catch my germs, so I'll just finish this one if you don't mind." Meg preformed a little wrinkle of her nose and she rubbed the front of her throat.
Sarah looked down at the soda, "So that's what diet soda tastes like?" she commented and took another sip.
Lana pointed to the new shoe store that had just opened up. "I want to look for a new set of pumps to go with the dress I'm getting for the New Year's Ball."
Sarah looked over at her, "I thought the New Year's Ball was only for the upper classmen."
"An upper classman asked me to go." Lana boasted. Meg watched as Sarah took yet another sip of the tainted soda.
Sarah looked at Meg and asked her softly. "You haven't done the assignment?" Sarah questioned. "I thought it was due this past Monday."
"I got an extension because of the investigation." Meg said calmly, knowing it was a bald-faced lie, and not caring. "So, let's go the Hazelcrest, and get that toy you want. By the way, what is it?" Meg stood up and the other two girls followed her as she headed to the window of the new shoe store.
"Oh, it's this orange furry thing. I saw it and I can't think of where, but I know Toby will love it." Sarah looked at the shoes and commented on the pair that Lana was interested in. Taking another sip of her soda, she turned to Meg. "Meg, why do you drink diet soda, you don't have a weight problem."
Meg, thinking quickly smiled widely pointing to her gleaming teeth. "Orthodontist," she mused. Sarah laughed starting to feel comfortable with the idle chatter as she allowed Meg to steer her toward the mall door.
At the door Meg paused. "Let me go to the bus first and get on, then you come and get. Don't sit with me," she warned. "We don't want people thinking we're together."
Sarah turned to Lana, "What about her?"
"I'm just the look out." Lana said. "I'll hang here until one or two, and then go to a movie." She winked at Meg. "I'll see you later."
Meg headed out the door, and toward the bus that was pulling up. There was a small crowd of people on the corner. Some were getting on the bus, others were crossing the streets, yet more were waiting for the correct route. Sarah didn't like all this intrigue; it was not sitting well with her at all. Lana pushed her shoulder and motioned for her to head to the bus while it was still being boarded. Sarah glared at Lana, taking a distinct dislike to the girl. She exited the mall and headed toward the bus, knowing that Lana was following her, making sure she followed through with her instructions.
Sarah's head began to ache, and there was a pounding roar in her ears. She reached the bus and had to step quickly as she neared it; the last person in line was already on. Sarah reached out her hand to grab the bar on the door, raising her foot. Her other foot suddenly started to go out from under her and she felt a strange dizziness.
Pulling herself up and making sure she didn't fall, she got on the bus. She found a seat toward the front of the bus, knowing that Meg was in the back. She assured the driver that she was fine and didn't need medical attention as she had not hit her head or taken a real fall. She rode quietly looking out the window all the way to Hazelcrest.
The Hazelcrest bus stop was just one block from the store she wanted to go to. She exited the bus and headed down the street, not waiting for Meg. She was beginning to think this was not a good idea at all, and was going to inform Meg once she had the toy that she was heading on the next bus back to town.
Entering the toy story she smiled at the clerk, a little gnome of a man behind the front counter. "Good morning," he said gruffly.
"Morning," Sarah said back. "I'm looking for a toy."
He looked around at the stock on the shelves. "That's what I sell."
Sarah blinked, "Right. It's an orange furry thing." She held her hands up; "About this size."
"Back wall." The man said and went back to what he'd been doing when she entered.
Sarah found the orange critter, and giggled as she looked at the big buffalo eyes and horns and tongue hanging out. "Toby will love this." She took it to the front, and paid for it. She wondered if Meg was even going to be around, she had not come into the store.
Meg was waiting down the block, smoking a cigarette when Sarah left the toy store; she waved the dark haired girl over to her. "I thought it was better if I waited out here." She hooked her arm in to Sarah's. "My Aunt's place is over there, up that street."
Sarah hesitated. "Meg, I don't think this is a good idea."
"Oh come on, Sarah," Meg whined. "You don't want me to flunk out of that class do you? If I flunk art, they will cut me off the debate team."
Sarah had already received word earlier that week that due to the investigation and her isolation she was off the team. "No, I don't want that."
Meg smiled, "Good, now come on." She pulled the girl and was reluctantly followed.
The house Meg led Sarah to was sitting at the end of a dead end street; a little place that looked like it had seen better days. The windows looked like they had not been cleaned in a few seasons and the shrubs were overgrown. Sarah pulled up short; there were tire tracks leading in and out of a battered, but still standing, one car garage. "I thought you said no one was home." She pointed to the tracks in the fresh snow. "Your aunt must be here."
"Silly," Meg laughed. "My aunt doesn't drive; she rents the garage to a tenant. The man down the road has a panel truck he parks here. He must have dropped it off." The lies were too easy, Meg thought.
Sarah felt the hair on her neck raise. "Really?"
Meg pulled the key out of her pocket, and said. "Why would I lie?"
Sarah was beginning to wonder that herself.
Meg opened the door and ushered Sarah in. "Come on in, it's not much. My aunt is only here for a few weeks at a time, she travels mostly." She tossed the key to the kitchen table as they had entered the side door at the kitchen. "We can do the drawing in the living room, no one can see in, and we'll have lots of nice natural light."
"Light?" Sarah asked looking at the dirty windows, "Are you kidding?" Sarah placed her bag with the stuffed toy down and shoved her hands into pockets. "I don't want to be nude."
Meg shrugged as if it were not a problem, "Fine, bra and panties then. It still works for me. I just need to have a human form."
"Swell," Sarah muttered.
Meg looked at Sarah with what she hoped would pass for sympathy. "Look, why don't we have a soda, and just relax and go from there."
Hearing boards creaking, Sarah whispered. "Are you sure we're alone?"
"It's an old house, Sarah." Meg teased. "It creaks, a lot." She motioned the girl to take off her coat. "I'll get us some soda; Aunt Lil always has cold soda in the 'fridge."
Sarah moved into the little living room that was off the kitchen looking up she noticed there was a skylight giving more light than the dirty windows could. There were only a few rooms to the house, that was true. No dinning room and the parlor was small and rather tacky. Alarms kept going off in Sarah's head. This didn't look like a house that was being lived in at all. It looked like something else. Sarah took a seat on the tacky couch and frowned, this was all wrong. She was making her mind up to drink the soda and leave.
Meg brought out two glasses with iced soda, handing one to Sarah and pressing the other to her lips. She watched gleefully as Sarah drank the other glass almost all the way down. "How are things going in that room with Doctor Doom?" She asked wanting Sarah's mind on other things. " Is he going rough on you?"
"No," Sarah said a bit defensively. "He's not really bad at all, in fact, I think he's very interesting. We had a bit of conversation about Shakespeare."
"Really?" Meg gave her a grimace. "He didn't discuss the Bard with me."
"Oh." Sarah made a face; the soda had left a funny taste in her mouth. "Meg, I think this soda is going stale."
Meg looked at the hand holding a glass out to her. "Could be." She shoved her glass aside and dropped down into a seat beside Sarah. "Doesn't really matter," she draped an arm over the other girl. "You look a little tired."
The dizzy feeling was back. "It's a long walk from the toy store." Sarah thought aloud.
Meg could see the pills she'd slipped into the drinks were starting to have a mild affect, and before they took hold she wanted to get Sarah undressed. "Come on, let's get this drawing done and we can get back to town."
Sarah looked at her; her eyes were slightly out of focus. "Meg, I don't want to be naked."
"Just take off your shirt and skirt," Meg suggested, looking at Sarah's legs she giggled, "Leave the boots on." Sarah fumbled with the buttons on her shirt and Meg reached over to help her. "You must be really tried, Sarah." She sounded gentle. "You've been through so much." As soon as she had the clothes off Sarah, the girl with long red curls produced a pair of cuffs and coupled Sarah's hands together, then pulled her arms up over her head and had Sarah stand on the coffee table. She hooked Sarah onto a hook in the beam above their heads. "She's ready." Meg called out.
Sarah blinked everything was fuzzy and dancing. "Meg?" Hank opened the door that was closed in the hall, and Sarah could see he was exiting a bedroom, and that he was naked. She looked at Meg who was wearing a gloating smile and striping off her own clothes.
Meg tossed another pair of cuffs to the man who was eyeing the drugged girl with dark hair. "Here, cuff me and we can get started."
"Meg," Sarah panicked as the world around her began to dance. "What have you done?"
The girl with blue green eyes looked at her with contempt. "I've sold your virginity for thirty pieces of silver." She said mockingly as the naked man lifted her up to hang her beside Sarah. She looked at the man, and blew him a kiss. "Did you set the camera up?"
Hank ran his hand down the girl's body, "Have I ever forgotten to set up the camera?" He then looked over at Sarah, reached over with his free hand and began to run it down the squirming teen.
"Get your hands off me, you ape!" Sarah cried out.
Hank laughed. "She still has some fight in her." His face lost all sign of humor, as he moved his hand down to Sarah's bra. He yanked the cup and she spilled out. "You're right Meg, her tits are real."
Meg moaned looking at the other girl's revealed nipple. "I want to watch you suck her."
Hank moved closer to Sarah and took hold of her nipple with his mouth, his one hand on Sarah, the other tweaking Meg's nipple into a hardened bud. He released Sarah and moved his head over to Meg who let out a pleasured moan.
"Let me go!" Sarah began to thrash about. "Let me go!"
Hank laughed as he took his mouth off Meg. He bent over revealing to Sarah his hairy ass, and pulled a rope out from under the couch. He knelt and tied Sarah's legs off at the ankles; "Time to lose the panties, little girl." He pulled Sarah's satin bottoms down and he looked at the trimmed hair on her Venus mound. "She looks good enough to eat." He said as he slid his tongue to the tangle of hair. Sarah screamed, Hank laughed and grabbed her hips. "You're going to like this when I'm through with you." He shoved his tongue into her folds as the girl thrashed and screamed.
"Oh God! Someone save me!" Sarah yelled.
Meg watched as her stepbrother tongued the girl with his expert tongue. "There's no one to save you, Sarah. This block is almost deserted; most of the houses are slated for teardowns." She teased licking her lips. "Oh, Hank hurry and do me, I'm dripping watching you eat her!"
Hank pulled back, "She shoulda come by now!" He complained, bitterly. "The little bitch is holding out on me."
"I won't." Meg promised. "Eat me," she begged.
Sarah thrashed again as she was free of the man who now was plying his lips to Meg. "He's your brother!"
"Stepbrother," Meg moaned in delight at what he was doing to her arching her back, thrusting her hips into his working jaw.
Hank stood up. "She's gonna be a dry fuck if I don't get her wet." He complained looking at Sarah in disgust. "I'd have thought she was hotter," he reached his hand out and began sliding fingers into Sarah's fold. He then slid his other hand into Meg. "Well, wet or dry, she's getting her cherry popped."
Sarah hated the touch of this man, feeling violated. "Get your hands off me!"
Hank shoved his hand in harder. "I'm gonna make you my dancin' monkey, bitch!"
Meg laughed, "Take her down, and fuck the shit outta her!" she provoked the man. "Fuck her good and hard, pop her cherry wide open and then shove your big, hard, bloody cock into me!"
Sarah screamed, thrashed and fought wildly as her attacker reached up with both his hands to take her off the hook. He threw her down on the dirty couch, lifted her legs up giving himself entry to her virgin hole. She screamed, "Save me, Goblin King, save me!"
Everything spun, danced, and she heard breaking glass.
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Sarah's head began to ache, and there was a pounding roar in her ears. She reached the bus and had to step quickly as she neared it; the last person in line was already on. Sarah reached out her hand to grab the bar on the door, raising her foot. Her other foot suddenly started to go out from under her and she felt a strange dizziness. Her hand let go of the bar on the bus door as she felt her body go suddenly limp. She felt herself falling, as if in slow motion. Hands; strong, leather clad hands suddenly grabbed hold of her falling form, preventing her from hitting the pavement and sliding under the bus that was even now starting to roll forward. She heard a voice calling to her though the dizzy, fuzzy world.
"Sarah, Sarah."
The girl now being pulled back from the bus looked up. "You saved me." She whispered seeing a face outlined with sunlight, and looking like he had a halo. "You saved me." She leaned into the man holding her back from danger.
"Did I?" He asked as his arm went protectively about her. He turned to see someone brushing past him to get on the bus, a girl who looked familiar. He looked back at the girl clinging to him, feeling extremely territorial. Moving carefully he edged her away from the slick patch of sidewalk.
Meg had been watching from her hidden place on the bus, frowning. She hoped Sarah had enough sense to keep quiet. She saw Lana moving forward, past the crowd gathered around the girl who had slipped on the icy patch at the bus stop. Meg held her breath when Lana and accidently brushed up against the man. Letting her breath out only when she got on the bus and took a seat next to Meg. The doors of the bus closed and it pulled away.
Sarah stayed huddled in the protective arms of her rescuer. "You saved me." She kept repeating.
Mayfaire looked down at the dark tresses and smiled. "If you say so."