For a moment, Ashwin thought she might jump from the trunk and bolt into the trees. But she seemed to resolve the issue in her mind and steadied herself. “If– if you wanted me to, yes.”
Ashwin unzipped his jeans and showed her his penis.
She looked aghast.
“C’mon. Put your pretty lips around it.” He took another step, moving forward by degrees.
“Here? With everyone watching?” she whimpered.
“We’re all friends, right? C’mon. Like a good girl.”
With flooding eyes, she looked around at her teammates. They acknowledged her shame with lowered faces. She looked back at Ashwin. “Please…”
A last step and he reached up for the girl, took her by the hand. “C’mon.”
She nodded dully and allowed herself to helped down. She got on her knees and holding him in her fingers, she licked at the head with a pointy tongue then sucked on it.
Ashwin held her by the back of the neck and pushed all the way in. “Taste as nice as your boyfriend’s?”
She mumbled and nodded her head.
“Just checking,” he laughed and pulling from her face, he tucked himself away.
The girl looked up in surprise. “You’re– you’re not going to…”
“What? In front of everyone? Please!”
The girl got to her feet. “But I thought…”
“Plenty of time for that,” Ashwin said. “Later tonight, after you dance naked, we’ll have some alone time. Now git.”
The girl wrapped her arms around the open jacket and hurried away.
Ashwin’s head came up. “Sorry,” he called after her, “didn’t get your name. But don’t worry. I’ll find you.”
He looked to the next girl.
Her name was Laylee and she had the prettiest eyes; dark and expressive under finely arched brows and her black hair was pulled back tightly to highlight her sculptured features. She stood up on the trunk, reluctant to open her jacket. “I’m not like the other girls,” she tried to explain.
“We’ll be the judge of that,” Ashwin told her back. “You’re required to share like everyone else.”
The girl accepted his remark with hesitation but slowly pried at the snaps on her jacket.
Her china-white mounds were tiny. But the auroras were plump and she had freakishly long nipples.
“My God.” Ashwin stepped closer to look. At first, thinking of worms, he didn’t like them. But her nipples were taut and held an upward, beckoning curve. And he couldn’t help but wonder how they would feel in his mouth and abruptly, he changed his mind. “Your nipples…” he began.
“I know, I know,” Laylee stepped over his words, sounding embarrassed for herself. She paused a beat and looked away. “My mother used to bind them.”
It was Ashwin’s turn to have a moment’s reserve. “Bind them?”
“With thread,” Laylee explained. “My mother would wind thread around my nipples, to squeeze and stretch them out.”
Ashwin had never heard of such a thing.
“My mother is Japanese,” Laylee added in way of further explanation.
Ashwin fixed his gaze on her eyes once again, the source of her exotic looks now made clear to him. “But why?” he asked. “Didn’t it hurt?”
Laylee studied his face a moment, blew out a breath. “Yes. I remember it being most uncomfortable and I would complain to my mother. But my father liked long nipples.”
“Your father…”
“Yes, Mr. Franks, my father,” she said firmly. “Both my mother and I slept with my father. I was told it was my duty.”
“Jesus.” Ashwin Franks ran a hand along his face. For once, he was stunned into silence by the girl’s admission.
Finally, finding his tongue, he asked, “So you were fucking your father?”
“Among other things,” Laylee replied bitterly. “Can I go now?”
“Yes. Yes.” Ashwin waved her off. “Go.”
The next to last girl was Betty, or Betts as everyone called her, and she was the other half of the curly blond bookends. Ashwin didn’t waste much time on her, with the thought of saving her for later when she would be dancing in the firelight as he and the men enjoyed their dinner. She was a nice looking girl and Ashwin looked forward to the entertainment.
The last of the volleyball girls took her place on top of the cargo trunk.
“And what’s your name, baby?”
She was more womanly than the others. Lusher, with receptive hips atop curvy legs. The press in her jacket held the promise of a set of amazing tits. She was all girl.
“Natalie,” her voice rumbled, “and if you promise not to eat me, I’ll fuck for you.”
There was a collective gasp from where the other girls stood.
Ashwin almost pissed himself. Someone had figured it out. He knew it would happen, but hadn’t expected it so soon.
“Take off the bikini bottoms,” he responded, doing his best to recover. “I’ll eat you anytime I choose.” And he slammed the billy-club down by her foot.
In the girl’s eyes, he read: “That’s not what I meant!” but his diversion appeared to have worked. The girls standing around the cargo trunk eased a bit and one, laughing nervously, commented, “Oh, that’s what she meant.”
Ashwin rattled the lid of the trunk again and Natalie quickly pulled the string below her hip.
“Get your ass down,” Ashwin instructed her.
She sat at the edge of the trunk with legs hanging and Ashwin opened her knees with the club, spreading her clean-shaven vagina. He bent down and ran his tongue along the crease; he nibbled the lips and clitoris. “Nice. You taste good.” He smacked his lips. “I love eating raw oysters.” Then he turned to his men. “Any of you guys want this?” He tapped her between the legs with the end of his billy-club.
They all did and lined up, all seven men taking his turn, standing between Natalie’s legs.
She could only lean back on her hands and watch in disbelief as the men stepped forward, one at a time, to unburden themselves, inside. When the seventh was finished, semen was running down the front of the cargo trunk and she was abraded and bruised.
Irene made her way down to the river. As a little girl, living in the country, the two brothers from the farm across the road had shown her a few things. Some of those things weren’t worth remembering and would have turned her mother gray, but Irene did remember standing knee-deep in creek-water and catching crayfish.
She flipped over a rock. And flipped over several more before a small crawdad darted backwards, out of reach. Irene swore. She hadn’t been fast enough.
Irene resolved herself to be better prepared. She worked a few more rocks over before another crustacean danced away but this time Irene had carefully positioned her hand and she scooped up the squirming creature.
Irene bite off the tail. It was crunchy and tasted the way rotting seaweed smells. But she got it down. Irene hesitated, looking at the head with legs still twitching and threw the rest into the back of her throat. She swallowed it whole. At the shoreline Irene pulled up bulrushes and ate the tuberous roots.
Darkness was creeping up the mountainside when she returned to the compound. With hunger still carving like a knife, Irene watched the men around the fire helping themselves to slabs of meat. After they had filled their plates the girls gathered to dole out the scraps.
Irene sat to one side and listened to the sound of spoons scraping plates. The aroma of meat and cooked onion filled her head and her strangled stomach moaned in protest. She fought the urge but finally, she got to her feet. Maybe she could just sample some of the gravy. That wouldn’t be the same as eating Z-z-zo…! She shuddered. At the fireside she spooned out the thick juices along with a bit of onion and felt herself swoon with the aroma. Her eyes locked on a chunk of fat in the bottom of the pot; it was the size of her thumb and trying not to think, Irene lifted it with a spoon.
She was jostled as Ashwin stormed past and Irene lost control of the greasy morsel and watched it fall.
“Ow. That hurts,” Darlene complained as Ashwin pulled her from the line by her hair.
“Give me your jacket,” Ashwin said with a sneer. “And you.” He pointed to Betts.
“We don’t get to eat?” Darlene complained as she stumbled forward.
“You’ll get plenty to eat, later. The jackets. Now.”
The girls reluctantly pulled their team-jackets from their shoulders and passed them across. Ashwin roughly pawed their breasts before pushing Betts into Darlene’s arms. “Slow dance for us,” he ordered the girls.
Wearing only bikini bottoms, the girls hesitated, shyly searching out each other’s eyes, their arms entwined. With a hand on each, Ashwin pushed them together until their breasts just touched, nipple to nipple. “Dance,” he said again and as the girls reluctantly shuffled their feet. Ashwin watched their rubbery nipples snagging and flitting. He smiled and went back to his plate.
Later, after he had woofed down his meat and swallowed scotch, Ashwin took the girls, Betts and Darlene, into the back of the enclosure. He lay down on the pine-boughs that made up the floor and unzipped himself.
“Get down here,” he ordered them. “Suck it,” he added for effect, loving the sound of the words. They dropped to their knees either side and grabbing a handful of hair at the back of each of their heads, Ashwin forced their faces into his crotch. With their tongues and lips working, one at the head, the other lower down, it only took a few moments. He came allover Darlene’s face.
Relaxing his grip he leaned back. “Clean up that mess,” he ordered Betts, jarring her shoulder. “Feed it to her.”
Betts, with the look of defeat about her face, nodded and obediently leaned across. Darlene closed her eyes as her friend licked the cum from her cheek and started to sob when Betts placed a gooey tongue into her mouth.
“Perfect,” Ashwin whispered.
Sometime, a little after midnight, Elsa, the big dike from Pittsburgh got up to use the latrine. If anyone had been awake at the time, they might have heard the brief struggle, a desperate swear word. But everyone was sleeping; their bellies full of meat. No one noticed that Elsa didn’t return from her midnight ablutions. Not until next morning was she missed.
But the girls found Elsa quickly enough. She had won the beauty-pageant, sort of, and was trussed up with wire and lying behind the wooden bars. And a sign had been erected over the gate: “The Pigpen”…it read, “Your only escape is on a meat-platter!”
“Told yah,” Natalie muttered darkly.