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The Innocent Fugitives
a Novel by Varkel
Copyright (C) 2001, Varkel



Chapter 5:  Minor Exploits


Someone had forced open the padlock that the cops put on Beth 
Lanning's backdoor after they executed the search warrant.  
Shielding his tiny penlight, Slim regarded the dangling hasp, 
obviously pried out of the door jamb, woodscrews bent but still in 
the metal, with a sardonic smile and muttered under his breath, 
"_Everybody's_ a crook!"

He had reconnoitered the house.  The exterior was dimly lit by 
distant street lights, but no lamp glowed within.  He paused to 
stretch latex gloves over both hands before rotating the knob.  
The door opened easily but had hardly moved before he froze.  The 
teenage voices he had been hearing, ascribed to a group loitering 
on the distant street, were suddenly louder.  He realized they 
originated inside this house.  He stood with ear close to the 
opening.

A girl was singing, her voice slurred in rapper imitation, barely 
intelligible.  Concentrating, he understood the refrain to be, 
"I'm ready, Freddy, don'cha love to shove?" repeated over and 
over.  Two other voices were audible below her soprano, one 
obviously male, the other high and indeterminate.

"How did you get it in her?" asked the high one.

"I slipped it into her beer.  That's the best way.  They don't 
notice nothing."

"And she won't remember?"

"Not a thing.  It's had time to work.  You going first?"

"I ... I don't know."

"Well, take her shoes off, then.  We even got a nice, soft bed 
here.  I'm gonna strip her."

The girl hiccupped.  "Hey, wha'cha doing, Freddy-Weddy?"

"Getting you ready," said the bass voice.

"Ooo.  I don' know, Freddy.  I feel ... kinda woozy."

"You'll feel better in a minute.  Hold her up so I can find these 
damned snaps."

Slim heard the creaking of bedsprings.  "You like my boobies?" 
asked the girl.

"Love 'em, baby!" bass declared.

"Oh, wow!" enthused the high voice.

Very slowly Slim opened the door wide enough for his entrance.  
Though he had visited here only once before, he knew the general 
layout of the small house.  Keeping close to the wall, he tiptoed 
down the hall to the main bedroom door.

"Ooo, that's a cute one!" admitted the girl.  "Kirby, can I see 
yours, too?"

"Show her, you dummy," urged bass -- presumably Freddy by a 
process of elimination.

This bedroom was on the front of the house.  Sodium yellow light 
from the corner shone into it through a large bay window whose 
curtains and blinds had been pulled, providing more than adequate 
illumination for dark-adapted vision.  A naked girl sat on the end 
of the Hollywood bed where Beth had once entertained Bud and him 
together.  This girl could see him if she cared to look beyond the 
partly clothed youths standing with their backs to him, pale 
buttocks gleaming despite the dim light.  But her attention was 
focused.  Both her arms were extended, hands working.  Even in the 
dim light her expression portrayed fascination.

"Yours is longer, Freddy," she remarked, "but Kirby's is fatter."

"Yeah," bass Freddy agreed, "but which one _tastes_ better?"

The girl bent to Freddy, face passing out of sight.  At that 
instant Slim surged forward, arms extended.  The two youths heard 
the stomp of his boots and began to turn, but their reaction was 
too late.  He caught a curly head in each hand and slammed them 
fiercely together, producing a meaty thud.  An extended foot 
stopped his forward advance as he let the two male bodies flop 
disjointedly to the carpeted floor.

The girl sat back with in puzzlement, slowly lowering her hands, 
and squinted up at him.  "What happened?"

"You just traded partners."

She absorbed that and surprised him by asking, "Why're you so hard 
to see?"

"Because I don't want to be seen," he answered.  He turned briskly 
to the dresser, pulled open the top left drawer, fumbled in it and 
removed something.  Whirling back to the bed, he caught the girl's 
nearer hand and closed a padded handcuff on the wrist.  The snap 
of its chain closed on the eyebolt set into the wall above the 
corner of the bed.  She endured the maneuver without question, 
content with studying his face.  He hurried around the bed and 
repeated it upon her other wrist.

"You rubbed black grease on your face and you're wearing all 
black, ain'cha?"

"That's right," he admitted conversationally, returning to the 
drawer, "the better not to be seen."  In a twinkling he had 
chained her ankles down to eyebolts set into the frame at the foot 
of the bed.  She lay spread-eagle, staring up at him as he rose at 
the foot to regard her.

"How're you gonna get it off?" she asked.

"Maybe I'll let you lick it off," he answered, grinning.

"Okay, if it tastes good."  She grinned back.  Her hips revolved 
slightly, raising the pudendal pad crowned by its sparse bush.  
"What happened to the boys?  I was ready."

"You're better off without them, sweetie.  They slipped you a 
roofie."

"They _did_?" she breathed, eyes widening.  "But ain't it supposed 
to make you forget?"

"So they say."

"But I remember them!"

He chuckled.  "Maybe they only _thought_ they were slipping you 
one."

"Ain't it supposed to knock you out?"

"As a matter of fact, sweetie, I never tried rohypnol.  I don't 
know the immediate effects."

"If it don't, I might remember you chaining me up."

"That's all right.  Now don't go away!"

Back at the dresser he turned on his pen light and began to pull 
out drawers, ignoring their contents but inspecting backs and 
bottoms.  The large piece of furniture contained more than a dozen 
drawers, each of which he carefully returned to its slot.  He was 
about half finished when the girl said, "If you don't pay me some 
attention, I'll scream."

"Ah, yes!" he declared, straightening up.  "An oversight."  He 
skipped ahead to the drawer with the dominance tools and removed 
something with dangling rubber.  He pocketed his flashlight and 
hovered over the girl.

"Now scream," he instructed her.

She smiled in gratification.  "I'd rather kiss your dick."

His hand fell upon her conical young breast, fingers savagely 
twisting the nipple.  "I said _scream_!"

Her eyes widened and her mouth flew open as she sucked in a deep 
breath.  Instantly he popped a rubber ball, tennis-ball size, past 
her teeth.  Stretching the attached thick band, he pulled it over 
her head, letting it snap her pony tail against the back of her 
neck.

Rolling huge eyes and twisting her torso, she produced stentorian 
moans through her nose.  He cocked his head, judging their 
likelihood of being overheard on the street.  He shook his head.  
"You're doing too good a job, sweetie."

He leaned down and pinched her nostrils closed.  Eyes bulging, she 
tried to toss her head back and forth, but his grip was too 
strong.  "I don't necessarily want to kill you, sweetie, but you 
have to keep quiet until I find what I'm looking for.  Think you 
can manage that?"

The attempted motions of her head changed from side-to-side to 
forward and back.  He released her nose.  Nostrils flaring, she 
sucked in a deep breath.  She lay panting, staring at him in 
horror.

He chuckled.  "Who knows?  A little fear might even clear your 
head."

He waited beside the bed, but she lay quiet except for a heaving 
breast.  For a moment he massaged the injured nipple with his 
palm.  "I trust it's feeling better.  Now, if you'll excuse me 
..."

He turned back to the dresser, removing another drawer.  When he 
had examined all and peered behind the mirror, he turned to the 
chest of drawers.  Again he searched in vain.  He stood up and 
looked thoughtfully around the room, ignoring the shackled and 
gagged girl.  His eye came to rest upon the dresser drawer that 
contained Beth's toys, still partly extended as he had left it.  
"You didn't forget that one, did you?" he asked aloud, swooping 
upon it.

Yes!  Taped to the back of that drawer was a small notebook.  He 
tore it free and shone his tiny light upon the first page.  The 
words, in her surprisingly graceful handwriting, that Beth had 
read to him on the occasion of his first and only visit here, 
stared back at him.  "There's nothing to Bud, but Slim's secret is 
a killer."  His eyes scanned that page and the next.  His mouth 
tightened.  He shook his head and took a deep breath of relief, 
shoving the notebook into his hip pocket.

With a smile on his lips he stood looking down at the girl.  "I 
believe you wanted some attention.  I find that I can spare you a 
few minutes.  Would you like me to remove the gag?"

She nodded fiercely.

He cocked his head.  "Look around and notice how helpless you are.  
One scream from you and the last thing you'll ever see will be the 
bottom of that pillow.  Do you understand?"

Again she nodded, rolling her eyes.

"Very well."  He raised her head, removed the rubber band and 
pulled the ball out of her mouth.  He held it up in front of her.  
"Look at that.  You could suck a mighty big cock."

She licked dry lips but said nothing.  She watched him without 
blinking.

He took a small jar from the toy drawer and set it on the bed 
beside the girl.  She craned her neck trying in vain to identify 
it.  He lowered black britches and white shorts to the top of his 
boots.  Her eyes snapped to his exposure and widened.

"But it's only half hard!" she exclaimed.

He chuckled.  "You've been playing with boys, sweetie.  Now you're 
about to feel a man."

His hand enclosed himself, working the foreskin back and forth.  
She licked her lips again and looked up.  "I'll make it hard for 
you."

"Yes, you could," he admitted, "but you might want revenge for 
your nipple."

"It don't hurt any more."

"Good.  Tell me your story, sweetie.  How is it that a healthy 
young girl like you is out with mean boys at three in the 
morning?"

She shrugged as well as she could.  "I was sleeping over with Amy.  
She slipped out to meet her Johnny and I found Freddy and Kirby."

"Your first time with them, I take it."

"How did you know?"

"Because they thought they needed to slip you a roofie.  They 
don't know much, do they?"

She grinned.  "You mean --"

"That you were looking to get laid."

"I wasn't ...  Well, maybe I was."

"All they needed to slip you was a cock or two, eh?"

"They slipped me _something_!  I keep feeling ... waves of 
feelings wash over me."

"Waves?"

"Yeah, like chills, except they ain't cold.  Let me do that for 
you.  Really, I won't bite."

He grinned.  "Hard to resist such a charming invitation."  He 
crawled up onto the bed, hobbled by the clothing around his 
thighs.  Finally he knelt behind her, thighs spread on either side 
of her head.

"Tilt your head back."

"Ooo," she murmured in awe.  "It's the biggest one I ever saw."

"It'll get bigger yet.  Suck the knob, sweetie."

She accepted it with a slurp.  He crouched above her, gently 
compressing her conical breasts, rolling the nipples between thumb 
and forefinger.  "You've done this before, I see," he noted.  He 
leaned far forward, lowering his face into her pubes.  Hands 
curled under her thighs, fingers prying the labia open.  "Hey, 
hey!" he exclaimed.  "You're no slouch, yourself.  You've got a 
woman's clit here, sweetie!"  His tongue stroked it as his fingers 
probed deeper.  Her body trembled and she moaned through her nose.  
He raised up long enough to say, "Now I see why you're roaming the 
streets in the wee hours."  His head went down again to stroke her 
furiously.  Her hips began to pitch as moans erupted under his 
testicles.  Her body grew rigid.  She screamed nasally and 
painfully bit him.

He jerked himself away from her.  "You little devil!" he 
complained, fumbling in his britches for his pen light.  An 
examination revealed unbroken skin but definite tooth marks -- a 
good six inches back from the tip!  Panting, she raised her head 
to look at the evidence.

"Good god!" he exclaimed.  "Did I shove it in that far?"

"Deeper than a banana," she averred.

"A what?"

"Amy and I tried bananas, but they made us gag."

"And this didn't?"

"I don't know.  I was coming."

"Well, I guess I have to forgive you.  I think you bit me by 
reflex."

"Are you going to smother me now?"

"Not unless you scream."

"Then put it in the right place."

"You want some more work on that big clit, do you?"

She heaved a sigh.  "Yes, sir, I do."

He shook his head.  "You do tempt me, sweetie.  You probably don't 
know how that lump can drive you crazy when you're chained up.  
But I don't have time for that.  If your boyfriends aren't dead I 
might have to kill them yet."

"Where are they?  I ... I seem to remember they fell down."

"Nothing wrong with your memory!"  He craned his neck past the end 
of the bed.  "They're still on the floor.  Now where is that 
grease?"

"Grease?"

"Here it is."  He waddled around the bed to crouch between her 
legs.  One hand raised her buttocks.  The pen light flashed 
briefly as a finger probed her anus.  "Cute little pink rose, 
sweetie.  Are you still a virgin here?"

"My ... my ass?"  She raised her head to watch him with wide eyes.

"Well, you won't be in another minute."

"You're gonna do me in the ass?"

"More precisely, in the ass hole.  There.  That's enough jelly to 
lube a two year-old.  Okay, sweetie.  It'll be easier for you if 
you push out as if you're trying to shit."

"B-but --  Oh!  Oh!  Oh, my god!  That ..."

"That what?"

"That feels so ... so ..."

"Like a turd going backward?  Then this is the right direction."

"Ooo!"

"And now we push it deep again.  And out.  And in."  He chuckled.  
"But you don't need a blow-by-blow, do you, sweetie?  What do you 
think so far?"

"Oh, god!  If I could only ..."

"You see why some women like two men at once?  Maybe you're one.  
Here, let me lean back.  I can slip two fingers in behind it with 
a thumb on top...  How's that, my sweet?"

But the girl's hips were rolling.  Her answer, if any, was a 
series of unintelligible grunts in time with his thrusts.  Her 
torso shivered and her strong anal sphincters clipped him.  He 
added a groan of his own to her grunts and spurted his semen into 
her entrails.

He rocked back on his heels but continued the grip of his gloved 
fingers and thumb until she screamed above a rigid body.  At that 
signal he released her and backed off the bed, inadvertently 
stepping on a body, before recovering his clothing.  Apparently 
only one body remained.  He shined his light around and verified 
the fact of it.  Kirby apparently had possessed the harder head as 
well as the fatter penis.

Amused, he went through the house to Beth's kitchen, vainly 
checking corners and cubbyholes in case Kirby lay in wait.  The 
refrigerator lamp did not glow when he opened the door.  It was 
apparent from the state of its contents, including the putrid 
odor, that someone had unplugged it or that Lanning's electricity 
had been terminated.  All to the better, so far as Slim was 
concerned.  His penlight showed him what he sought.  Removing the 
bottle, he returned to the bedroom and again crouched on the bed 
between the girl's legs.

"I can't stand any more," she demurred weakly.

"This is different," he declared with a chuckle.  "This is for me, 
not you."

Her eyes narrowed on him as he shook the bottle violently up and 
down.  In one swift motion he pushed it into her crotch, twisted 
off the cap and jammed the glass neck into her rectum.

"Oh!" she cried in surprise, followed immediately with cries of 
pain.  "Oh, god, that hurts!  What are you doing?  It feels like--  
Oh, cramps, cramps!  It feels like gas!"

"It _is_ gas: carbon dioxide, if you want to put a name on it.  
You are getting a coke enema, sweetie."

"Oh, god, I can't help it.  I've _got_ to scream!"

He slipped to one side and removed the bottle.  Her anus 
immediately exploded a frothing liquid, followed by a series of 
wavering musical tones and more liquid.

She heaved a great sigh of relief, but her eyes flashed up at him.  
"Why in the world did you do that?  What good is it?"

"Acid, even the weak acid in a coke, is hell on DNA."

"DNA?"

"You've heard of it, haven't you?"

"Yeah, in Biology."

"Well, I left a teaspoon or two of mine up your ass.  Now it won't 
help you in case you do remember in the morning."

"Oh.  That's smart."

"Thank you.  Well, sweetie, it's been very pleasant visiting with 
you tonight."

"Hey!  You're not gonna leave me lying in this ... shit, are you?"

He chuckled.  "That would be cruel."  He stooped and released the 
shackles on her ankles.  "Scoot yourself back from it."

"What about my hands?"

He tilted his head toward the floor.  "Your remaining boyfriend is 
still breathing.  When you hear him stirring around, tell him to 
unsnap you."  He grinned.  "Wonder if he'll still feel like 
fucking."  His grin vanished.  "If _I_ hear you as I go up the 
street, sweetie, I'll come back and treat you to that pillow.  You 
follow me?"

"Y-yes, sir."

He paused as he slipped through the back door.  Behind him he 
heard the girl's voice shouting softly, "Wake up, Freddy.  Please 
wake up!"


* * *


The land side of the dock was secluded from the nearby cottages by 
low hanging willow branches.  Paul stood knee deep in the warm 
water of late summer sucking playfully on Jenny's toes, and she 
lay upon her back, her legs draped over the weathered planks.  She 
squirmed and squealed as he "raped" each digit, delighting at the 
feel of them in his mouth.  For the previous couple of days the 
two lovers had behaved as though they were on their honeymoon.  
Jenny had been as shyly reluctant as an inexperienced virgin, 
although she always assented to Paul's suggestions.  She allowed 
the man to taste her whenever the mood struck him, anywhere, 
everywhere.  She no longer considered it "nasty".

"You fit me well, darling," she once groaned as Paul penetrated 
her in the middle of the night, confident that she would soon 
experience bliss beyond measure and without guilt.

"Come into the water with me," Paul exclaimed, having finished her 
tenth toe, the large one on her left foot that felt like a small 
penis in his mouth.  He had experienced that feeling once with a 
friend when he was thirteen.

"Don't pull on me, Paul," Jenny protested in good humor.  "I'll 
get a splinter."

"Let me help you down," he offered, and the woman fell into his 
arms with a splash.

They clutched together near the dock and kissed fervently like 
newlyweds.

"I'd like to rape your mouth, pretty woman," he murmured and 
brushed his lips against her smooth neck

"Would you!" she giggled and tickled his ribs.

"Do you want to taste me, Jenny?  I'll tell you when I'm about to 
come, then you can decide."

She looked into his face seriously.  "Yes, I'll decide," she said 
and grasped his swim trunks with both hands.

Jenny knelt before her lover in the tepid water of Coldwater Lake 
and pulled down his trunks.  His modest cock, six slender inches, 
jutted at her face.  She had come to know it, had serviced it 
perhaps a dozen times already but never with her mouth.  With 
unaccustomed anticipation and excitement she slipped the bulbous 
head of it past her lips.  It filled her mouth as she drew it 
deeper and her face was soon bobbing back and forth.

"What are you doing here?" an angry, male voice yelled from atop 
the dock.  "Mildred, send the children away," he shouted over his 
shoulder.

Jenny quickly retreated from Paul's cock and abruptly stood 
upright, while her lover hastily pulled up his trunks.

"What are you doing here," the man asked again in a rage.

"We, uh, are here for a few days at the lake," Paul sought to 
explain, looking up at a beefy man clad in ugly shorts and 
sandals, legs hairy and knees knobby.

"There are children here!" the intruder seethed.  "Why are you at 
my dock?"

"This is my cousin's dock," Paul replied, flustered.  "We're 
staying here for a few days."

"What is this shit?" the man shouted, on the verge of violence.  
"I've paid a thousand dollars to rent this place for the next two 
weeks."

"George, what's going on?" a heavy woman complained, coming onto 
the dock.

"Go back to the kids, Mildred.  I'm going to get rid of a couple 
of homesteaders."

"Hey, mister!" Jenny spoke loudly, looking up at the man.  
"There's been a misunderstanding here.  Paul's cousin didn't tell 
him the place was rented.  We'll get our stuff and leave."

"I'm calling the police on you perverts," the man sneered.

"You do that, and meanwhile we'll get out of here," Jenny said as 
she splashed to the shore pulling a dumbfounded Paul behind her.

The man ran from the dock to the cottage shooing aside two 
youngsters, a boy and a girl.  Mildred stood aside with an open 
mouth, but she seemed to be secretly amused by the frenetic 
actions of her husband, who emerged from the small house in a 
rage.

"The phone's not connected!" he stormed.  "I'll go to a neighbor 
house," he shouted to his wife as he ran off.  "Don't let them 
inside."

"Quickly," Mildred urged the two lovers as they approached the 
house dripping lake water.  "Get your stuff and leave."

She grinned at them and moved away from the door


* * *


They drove off after throwing their hastily gathered things into 
the back seat of the five year old Taurus.  Their accuser suddenly 
appeared in the rear view mirror and yelled after them something 
incomprehensible as the rear wheels of the car spun sand back at 
him.

"Well, we didn't come to blows, lover boy," Jenny remarked from 
behind the steering wheel.

"That guy was either a cop or a Baptist, maybe both," Paul 
groused.  "He's got our license number and he's certain to call 
the police.  We'd better get out of here."

"The freeway is close by, sweetie," Jenny said with a quick grin 
to her lover.

"No.  That's where they'll expect us to go.  Take the turn up 
ahead at Kinderhook toward I69 but go past the on-ramp.  I know a 
dirt road through California Township that we can follow to a 
state highway, to Adrian.  We'll be in Toledo in a couple of 
hours."

"Don't you think we should go west, away from Ohio?"

"Where would we go?  Do you know anybody out west?  There's a 
place in Cleveland where we can hide, an unoccupied industrial 
building on Train Avenue that belongs to my boss.  We can drive 
the car right into it."

Paul sat in the passenger seat, recovering his composure as the 
car bumped onto an unpaved road.  Ahead of them he saw a desolate 
house with a number of old vehicles strewn about; it was almost a 
junkyard.

"Pull up here!" he ordered, and Jenny complied without question.  
The yard was rough in places, causing the car to pitch and weave.  
Suddenly it stopped with a jerk, a thud and a loud mechanical 
clunk, throwing Paul against the dash.

"Damn!" he cried.  "You've run over a stump.  Back up carefully."

With a grating noise the car came free.  Jenny stopped it and 
turned off the ignition.  Paul shook his head and sat for a moment 
without moving to get out of the car.

"What did you want here, Paul?" Jenny asked anxiously.

"We need new plates for the car," he replied as if in a dream, 
glaring blankly at the house which seemed to be unoccupied.  
Several windows were smashed.

He finally climbed from the vehicle, eyes intent on the house, and 
rushed quickly from one forlorn wreck to another.

"Here's one," he eventually announced in triumph.  "This plate is 
current."

On his key ring was a device with a knife, bottle opener and 
screwdriver.  It was a puny tool, but it sufficed to take the 
plates off that car, Michigan plates that had not yet expired.

"Let's get out of here," he snapped to Jenny, who had hovered over 
him stepping from foot to foot in nervous excitement.  When he 
stood, however, the two of them heard the snarling growl of a dog 
nearby.  They spotted it near the house.  It was a large mongrel, 
an American dog, and it crept closer and closer, almost like a 
cat, ready to lunge.  Its yellow fangs were bared and saliva 
drooled from its fearsome maw.

Paul's mouth worked indecisively.  Jenny shivered in terror.

"Don't move," he suggested. 

"Nice doggy," he called softly to the beast, which continued its 
threatening approach.

"Here Tippy!" a young voice suddenly yelled from behind the house.  
The dog's ears rose in alert.  Its tail began to wag, and when an 
attractive, blond child emerged around the building it scampered 
away from the terrified couple to join its obvious master.

"Wha'cha doing here?" the young one asked, eyes on the license 
plates in Paul's hand.  "You're taking tags, aren't you?"  The 
question was asked almost indifferently.

"Yes, we are," Jenny said abruptly, smiling fondly at the pretty 
creature.  "We need them, and they don't seem to belong to 
anyone."

"They're my cousin Billy's," the child remarked casually, "but he 
won't use them anymore 'cause he's in jail."

Paul could not determine whether the kid was male or female.

"You need them to run away, don't you?" it asked slyly.  "I won't 
tell anyone."

"That's very nice of you," Jenny remarked as she sought to shoo 
away the now friendly dog that sniffed persistently at her crotch.  
"What's your name?"

"Bobby," the pretty one replied.  "I'm almost twelve."  The 
child's eyes narrowed to slits.  "Are you running from the 
police?"

"Yes, actually we are," Jenny replied nervously.  "But we're not 
guilty of anything."

Bobby smirked.  "That's what Billy said, but three people saw him 
rob that Seven-Eleven over in Adrian."

"Well," Paul spoke up when he finished changing the license 
plates, annoyed at the kid's brashness and Jenny's readiness to 
tell the truth, "we just got caught staying at a cottage on 
Coldwater Lake without its owner's permission."

Bobby was about to say something in response, but just then a 
police car appeared from around a bend in the road.  Paul and 
Jenny looked desperately about, but immediately concluded that 
they could neither flee nor hide.  The car pulled slowly to a stop 
next to Jenny's Taurus.  The cop, a huge man, eased himself from 
the cruiser, his eyes riveted on the two adults.

Bobby ran up to him beaming a friendly smile followed by the mutt, 
its tail wagging vigorously. 

"You're new around here," the kid declared in a lilting voice.

The cop ignored the child and strode to where Jenny and Paul 
stood, their body language betraying the utmost guilt.

With an inspiration born of the child's clue as well as her utter 
desperation Jenny stepped forward.  "You're here about the cars," 
she said sheepishly.  "The county told us to clear them away, but 
we haven't gotten around to it yet.  We've just moved here."

"Mom," Bobby whined, "are we going to have lunch soon?  I'm 
hungry."

The state cop's face seemed to relax, as did his enormous body.

"No ma'am.  I don't know about the cars.  Have you seen a man and 
a women driving a vehicle much like yours, one with Ohio license 
plates?"

"No officer.  We've been busy trying to clean up the house."

"Mom!" Bobby nagged.

The cop smiled and turned to go.  "I'll leave you to feed your 
little girl," he said in parting.

The three of them and the dog stood quietly and watched the police 
car drive off down the road.

"I want to thank you, Bobby," Jenny said after a moment.  "That 
was so wonderfully helpful!"  She pulled the pretty child to her, 
head rising just even with her shoulder.

"Yes, Bobby," Paul sighed in relief and fondled the child's flaxen 
head, "you're a great actor."

"I like you," Bobby responded, snuggling to Jenny, obviously not 
minding the touch of Paul's hand.  "I don't have a mom or dad."

"That's a shame!" Jenny offered in sympathy.

Paul opened the car door for her.  "We've got to make tracks."

Dutifully she released the child and slipped into the car, but as 
Paul closed her door, Bobby confidently opened the rear one and 
slid onto the seat, the dog, Tippy, jumping after.

"Who do you live with?" Jenny asked as the rear door slammed.

"With Uncle Kenny, Billy's dad.  He's mostly away, and when he's 
home he's drunk."

Paul started the car, backed it around and returned to the road, 
gathering speed.

"We can't take you with us, you know," Jenny said with a sorrowful 
expression, looking over the front seat at the lovely child.  
"We'll have to leave you after we get something to eat at the 
Burger King."

"No one would miss me," Bobby replied suggestively.

"Not your uncle?"

"Ya.  He would miss me."  The childish voice grew bitter.  "He 
knows I'm a girl."

Paul almost drove off the road.

"You're a girl?" he demanded.

"I like to fool people."  The youngster smiled unapologetically.

"Your Uncle Kenny," Jenny said cautiously, her voice almost 
breaking.  "You say he knows you're a girl."

"He checks on that every night."

"You mean ..."

The child sniffed.  "You know what I mean."

Jenny's face showed her horror, quickly softening to a tender 
smile.  "We'll take you with us, Bobby.  What's your real name?"

"Bobbie is my real name."

"We can't take her with us!" Paul insisted vehemently.  "We're 
already in too much trouble."

"The kid's been raped, Paul," Jenny hissed into his ear.  "And 
it's ongoing."

He squeezed the steering wheel and stared straight ahead.  He had 
been entertaining illicit fantasies about a pretty young boy.

"We'd better not stop at the Burger King," Jenny suggested in a 
low voice to Paul.  "At least we should not all go in.  Let's just 
drive through."


* * *


The dog jumped through the open rear door of the car to Bobbie's 
shouts of "Shoo, shoo", ran across the parking lot of the Burger 
King and into a vast harvested field.

"He doesn't like cars," the girl explained, watching as the eager 
dog retreated into the distance, running for home.

"And what about you?" Paul asked despite Jenny's scowl.  "Do you 
want to go home too?"

"No," she replied shortly.

"Bobbie is going to stay with us now," Jenny proclaimed in 
annoyance.  "You know that, so get used to the fact."

Paul put the car into motion and drove slowly onto the street as 
Jenny opened the bags of food and distributed their contents.

"Can we have a picnic over there?" Bobbie squealed hopefully, 
pointing at a small roadside park that accommodated a couple of 
tables and a small barbecue.

"Ya, I suppose," Paul responded, finding it difficult to drive and 
manage his food at the same time.

The three of them, seeming to be a family, brought their food from the 
car to a picnic table sheltered by a large elm just a few yards from the 
street.  Bobby fidgeted and grinned at her new, adult friends, hoping 
desperately that they would keep her.  Jenny smiled at the pretty girl 
fondly as she bit into a burger.  Paul was more subdued.  He sipped on 
his Coke and stole glances at the child, who to him still appeared a 
boy.

Then a police car pulled up close to the Taurus.  The policeman surveyed 
their vehicle from behind his steering wheel while speaking into a 
microphone.  His gaze scanned the three picnickers with professional 
suspicion.  His body turned toward them, on the point of leaving the 
squad car.  Bobby waved to the man, beaming him a lovely, childish 
smile.  He grinned also, settling back in his seat, waved in return and 
drove off. 

"We have to get away from here, Paul," Jenny whispered in an 
anxious voice.  "They only have to ask for our identification, and 
then we're lost."

Paul grunted his agreement, and they hurried to finish their meal.  
When they were again in the car and pulling into traffic, however, 
an ominous clunk resounded from the front of the Taurus and the 
vehicle began to shimmy dangerously.

"Damn!" Paul exploded.  "I was afraid of this.  That stump cracked 
a tie rod."

He directed the crippled vehicle slowly in the left lane of the 
busy street toward a Mobil station not far ahead of them, ignoring 
the angry horn blaring from behind.  He negotiated a cautious left 
turn into the station and came to a halt in front of an open 
service bay.

"What's the matter?" an older man asked loudly as he emerged from 
the building wiping his hands on a greasy rag.

"I think it's a tie rod," Paul replied, climbing from behind the 
steering wheel to stand next to the man.

The mechanic pushed vigorously on the car and the front right 
wheel suddenly collapsed.  He then gave Paul a knowing look.

"Could you fix it today?" Jenny asked as she quickly exited the 
broken car.

"Today?" the man hooted cruelly.  "It's already Saturday 
afternoon, and I'll need to order the part.  You can have it on 
Monday or maybe Tuesday."

"But we're from out of town," Jenny whined.

"I'm sorry, ma'am.  That's the best I can do.

"This is ruining our vacation, mister," Bobbie whined.

"You can rent a car up the street aways," he replied with a smile 
to the pretty child.  "All you'll need is a credit card," he 
added, turning to the two adults.

"We're maxed out," Paul grumbled.  "Will they take cash?"

"Nope.  They need a credit card for security."

"We're stuck here!" Jenny almost shouted.

"There's a nice motel not far from here, a really clean place 
although small.  I'll drive you there, if you like, and explain 
your situation to the owner, who happens to be a lodge brother of 
mine."

Paul stared dumbly at the man and realized that they had no other 
choice.

"Thank you for your kindness." he said sincerely.  "I suppose 
that's what we'll have to do."


* * *

The motel consisted of a few dozen units that arced in a line 
along a curving driveway.  Several of the rooms had entrances 
facing the rear of the structure where a stand of tall pines 
extended for several acres.  Paul and his "family" were assigned 
one of these isolated units.  From their doorway they could see a 
picnic table and a swing set located on a large lawn nearby, and a 
trail led into the woods.

"I like this place," Bobbie exclaimed and rushed off to explore 
her new surroundings.

Paul sat dourly on the edge of one of the twin beds as Jenny 
arranged their meager belongings in the dressers.

"What are we going to do with that girl, Jenny?" he groaned.  
"We're already in enough trouble."

"She provides us with a certain cover; the police are looking for 
just the two of us.  Besides, Paul, I just can't send her back to 
where she was raped regularly."

Paul knew better than to argue with the woman, for whom the girl 
was a reminder of her own bitter childhood.  Just as he stood up 
from the bed Bobbie burst into the room.

"It's really neat out there in the woods," she exclaimed joyfully.  
"The path winds around and there's a small stream."

"I think I'll check it out," Paul mumbled, leaving the room, 
wanting a few moments of peace and quiet.

Bobbie jumped upon a bed and lay on her back with her shoes on.  
Jenny sat next to her and pulled them off gently.  She stared 
deeply into the girl's pretty face.

"When did your Uncle Kenny do it to you for the first time?" she 
asked softly.

"After Billy was sent to jail."

Bobbie looked up cautiously at the friendly woman who wanted to 
know her secrets.  She felt an urge to tell them all.

"Uncle Kenny was not the first one," she almost whispered.  "Billy 
was.  My mom died when I was ten and I went to live with them in 
their broken down house.  Billy was nice to me from the start.  He 
was eighteen then."

Bobbie curled her shoulders against the soft bed.

"One night he came into my bedroom.  It was real dark, and he sat 
on the edge of the bed like you're doing now.  He asked me if I 
wanted to learn how to kiss like a grown up.  Of course I said 
yes.  I really liked Billy.  That's how it started.  We kissed for 
a long time, and then I let him undress me.  He kissed me all 
over, you know, licked on me, and he made me feel better than I 
ever felt before.  Then he got naked too and we squeezed together 
on the bed.  I thought he was so large, when, you know, I first 
touched it.  It was too big for my mouth.  He could always coax me 
into doing things.  Then he got on top of me.  He warned me that 
it would hurt a bit the first time.  I told him that I didn't 
mind, but I almost died from the pain when he pushed it into me."

"You were only ten years old," Jenny almost sobbed.

"Ten and a half.  It didn't last long, the pain, because he 
finished soon; and then he said he was sorry for hurting me."

"What a horrible monster!" Jenny exploded in indignation.

"No, no he wasn't," Bobbie objected and reached up a hand to 
stroke Jenny's nearby arm.  "I really liked Billy.  I'm glad he 
did it, because when he came to my bedroom at night a week later 
he felt so awesome inside me.  It didn't hurt at all after that 
first time.  I felt, you know, that big pleasure; I almost went 
crazy."

Bobbie looked up at the woman with a sheepish expression.  "I'm 
like that, you know.  I go crazy almost every time, even with 
Uncle Kenny, although he smells bad and is rough."

"So you really enjoy sex," Jenny declared in disappointment, 
suddenly worried about having assumed responsibility for a 
nymphomaniac, one hardly twelve years old.

"I've come to need it; the feel of a man inside me; the crazy 
pleasure.  Uncle Kenny is usually very gross, but I often begged 
him to do me."

"Did you have any other boy friends?"

"I did it once with a ninth grader, but Billy beat the shit out of 
him when he found out about it."

"So what now, Bobbie?  I can't let you collect boys.  We're 
running away from the police."

"I don't need a collection, Jenny; just one guy," the young girl 
said slyly.

"Paul is my man!" Jenny responded with some anger in her voice. 
"And I doubt he could find a flat-chested child sexually 
attractive."

Jenny pushed her palm against the girl's chest and found almost 
nothing there, only the beginning of something.

"I want to live with Paul and you, Jenny.  I don't mean to cause 
trouble.  I'll find another guy, one that you approve of."


* * *


They ate dinner at a nearby Denny's that evening.  Before bed 
Jenny managed to inform Paul about the girl and her peculiar 
needs.

"I have needs too, Jenny.  We got interrupted this morning at the 
dock.  It seems so long ago."

They cuddled together and whispered on the narrow bed in the dark.

"Let's wait until we know she's asleep, darling, then you can get 
on top of me and we'll do it quietly."

"Why do we need to be quiet?  She knows all about sex."

"That's true, but let's not get too wild."

When they heard Bobbie begin to snore softly on the bed just a 
couple of feet away from them, Paul silently pushed the covers to 
the floor and the two of them stripped naked.  He ran an exploring 
hand across the woman's soft body, one now familiar to him.

"I want to taste you," he whispered urgently and quickly kissed 
down Jenny's body, fitting his head between her spread thighs.

Jenny grasped a pillow to her face in anticipation of a certain, 
grand pleasure to which she wanted to surrender without 
inhibition.  She emitted a muffled cry when it struck and then 
threw aside the pillow, no longer mindful of the girl.  She pulled 
on her man, wanting him to climb atop her, wanting to feel an even 
greater ecstasy.  They both sighed with the penetration and 
commenced to move deliriously, groaning and gasping.  Somehow it 
was better than ever, perhaps because contrarily of the need for 
restraint.  But they did not mask their climaxes.

A moment after they quieted they heard Bobbie complain from the 
bed next to them, "It's not fair."

They said nothing.  Paul snickered into Jenny ear, but she felt a 
certain trouble looming.  Before long it became evident that the 
girl was masturbating.  Whining sighs became groans that ended 
with a couple of shrieks.

"It's just not fair," Bobbie repeated after a moment of quiet.  
"You could at least share him with me for the time being."

Bobbie's bed squeaked as she rose from it.  The girl stumbled in 
the dark, past the foot of the adults' bed and into the bathroom 
where she turned on the light.  She stood back from the doorway so 
that they could see her clearly.  She was naked.  Except for the 
absence of discernable breasts she was splendidly filled out with 
soft, shapely limbs, a slight bulge at her tummy and no pubic 
hair.  The girl was three quarters grown.

"You're beautiful, Bobbie," Jenny said in awe, disturbed by the 
first lesbian impulse of her life.  Paul's cock regained it's 
previous tumescence.

"What are we going to do with you, Bobbie?" Paul groaned.  "You're 
just a kid."

"No one has to know," the girl insisted with impatience and moved 
next to the bed from which Jenny almost involuntarily raised an 
arm and ran her palm across the inside of the Bobbie's nearest 
thigh.  She then quickly drew her hand back as for an electrical 
shock.

"You'll have to go back to your Uncle, Bobbie," Jenny declared in 
a quavering, husky voice.

"I've never done it with another girl, Jenny.  Have you?" Bobbie 
cooed slyly, squeezing her buttocks onto the edge of the crowded 
bed, sensing a chance at victory.  Jenny began to sob 
convulsively, and as the child's mouth sucked gently at her right 
nipple, she bawled, "I'm being raped by a girl, a twelve year old 
girl!"  But she did not push the girl's mouth away.

"Paul, please stop this," Jenny wailed, but Paul got up from the 
bed to make room for the two females engaged in their first 
lesbian encounter.  Initially it appeared to him as he sat on the 
opposite bed that the girl had taken charge.  She was on top, 
vigorously working the woman with her hands and mouth, going down 
on her finally to lick her to a screaming orgasm.  Then Jenny 
threw the girl off her, onto her back and proceeded to nibble and 
bite the girl in a very ungentle manner.  Bobbie cried in pain, 
when Jenny sunk her teeth into the girl's inner thigh high up near 
the groin.  But the cries became ecstatic, when Jenny began to eat 
the bald pussy furiously.  Before the girl had finished her 
orgasm, Jenny flung herself from the bed and fell to the floor 
sobbing hysterically.

Paul jumped up suddenly and almost dived atop Bobbie, who writhed 
in frustration at the interrupted pleasuring.  He plunged his cock 
into the girl who then yelled aloud in triumph.  The ensuing 
fucking became violent.  Bobbie drew blood from his shoulders and 
emitted a cascade of orgasmic shrieks that lasted until Paul 
finally climaxed with a roar.

He rolled off the sated nymph, aghast at what he had done and 
looked around for Jenny.  She was outside completely naked, 
running toward the trail into the woods.  Paul chased after her 
and soon caught up and grabbed her shoulders.

"You rapists, you rapists," she screamed, slapping at his face and 
pounding at him with her fists.

"Please, Jenny, calm down.  It's over.  We'll send her back to her 
uncle tomorrow."

Jenny began to sob softly and fell to the path of pine needles.  
Paul sat next to her and took her into his arms.  She did not 
resist; indeed she cuddled to him.  They sat quietly for some time 
until the chill night air drove them back into the room where they 
discovered the naked girl snoring, deeply asleep on her back.



NEXT:  Chapter 6: New Companions
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